Poem By Lynne RBC

You came
just when my arms were
too weak
and I could only
the cravings
of a retiring heart.
I tried a mask
but you saw through me
You watched me drop
one step
at a time
but caught me
when I was
trying to stop.
I knew
you wanted this fall;
you knew
how I desired the catch.

You captured me
as I did you.

there are bruises.

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