I Am Forgetful.

I have forgotten how to love

In the longing for a favored touch

I have forgotten that there is sinew beneath my bones

 

I have forgotten

Curse me will you please

I know you mock these shaking knees

This vile whore who does as she pleases

 

I have forgotten

In the sated mind of orgasm

In the saturated mingling of limbs

 

I have forgotten

My soul

It cannot extend like my arm

It cannot usurp the throne of my mental anguish

I am contaminated

I am flea bitten and consummated to no man

Lucky that I bear no fruit

But that fantastical blend beaten for the plumbing

I bleed never

 

I have forgotten

The last time

I felt in love

Oh misery when will it be enough encourage me to be kinder stuff

 

I have forgotten

 

I have forgotten.

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