Gyrating fast

Body speaking fluently

& Usually

I would refuse

To even explain the ways I’ve allowed him to use

To stretch limbs and touch places

For so many years

Orgasmically vacant

Like a creep

He’s secretly taping it

Origami

My physical form, he shaping it

Balled in my emotions

Symbolically leaving

Like he’s raking up the leaves

Changed colors like the leaves

Every time I feel a breeze

A breeze of insecurity

That confines him to be

Tied up in his emotions

Progressively I’m hoping

Guns a blazing so they smoking

Not even open late

But for Jasmine

He opens

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