When She Gets Up to Leave
Posted in Love and Sex, Photography, Writing, holga, poetry on Jun 14th, 2009
Intimacy breeds expectations
And she just can’t give what they want
Their favorite soul song from the seventies
Are the words that incessantly haunt
The hurt that’s never on purpose
Never seems to sting any less
And her yearning is always fleeting
From the moment that she gets undressed
Inadequacy isn’t a factor
There’s nothing that they could have done
For when she gets up [...]
