[POEM] you are the rubber on that pencil trying to erase me

you are the rubber on that pencil trying to erase me

I should have known it was a lie
when he told me he fucked you
unless I’m mistaken and pencils
are the new dildos
Was it the eraser or the lead that he used
to poke you, in a desperate hope
you’d warm up to the touch of a man?

He laid me down, grabbed fistfuls of hair
bed, floor, kitchen, shower
anywhere we were touching
became the location of carnal lust and love
I screamed his name, he moaned mine
I learned the way I tasted
he learned the way a woman
is supposed to respond to the
pleasure of being touched

panting breaths of  “fuck me” to “I love you”
and all the sweet and sour in between.
You are the rebound –
the basketball just missing the net
But you’re still trying to make a basket
without having to touch the ball.

/ / /

Gina Thompson
5 August 2015
Bellefonte PA


About Gina Marie Thompson

writer • mom • trail runner • cheese slinger • educator • social justice crusader • seeker of love & beauty• living locally • I CHOOSE LOVE ❤️
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