Highly Commended © Brian Kirk
When she was gone he felt
her presence keenly;
her cold hands chafed his naked
flesh at night until
her mark was on his body,
her taste in his dry mouth.
He spoke to her and
in the silence heard
her whispered words:
I forgive you, you forgive me.
When she returned
he missed her in every room;
side by side on the sofa
she was too close to touch.
He longed for her naked,
lust seasoned by lack
but stifled by dread,
he turned up the TV.
If I stop loving you
will you stop loving me?
Highly Commended © Brian Kirk
When she was gone he felt
her presence keenly;
her cold hands chafed his naked
flesh at night until
her mark was on his body,
her taste in his dry mouth.
He spoke to her and
in the silence heard
her whispered words:
I forgive you, you forgive me.
When she returned
he missed her in every room;
side by side on the sofa
she was too close to touch.
He longed for her naked,
lust seasoned by lack
but stifled by dread,
he turned up the TV.
If I stop loving you
will you stop loving me?
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