I hold myself,


At night.

I hold myself.

Clinging to my skin.

Wrapped in the tender sin

Of quiet cries-

Vibrating thighs.

With no one in mind.

I hold myself,


My pen-

Erect and misheld;

My hands cling to-

My head.

I beg

I plead

I scream.

Please hold me.

For an eternity.

Please hold me,


I fade to sleep.

The cousin of death,

Meets me like a loving friend-

I wake to do the same again.

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