“into this image of himself he dives”
–Charles Baudelaire
it was safer to create you
alone hidden in shadows
where only I could find you
when I was tired and tense
and full of fear’s insecurities
safer than your living flesh
smooth beneath my slow hand
slipping like silk across your skin
fear of fulfillment far exceeded
any regret of might have beens
yet I fear now I have lost you
and regret all that went unsaid
(March 16, 2015)
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