'Stay in this dress and lay this way. Be here when I get back
and don’t forget to bring the wine. Be calm and don’t post anything. Stay this
way, in this time. Please stay this way and in this condition.'
I am easier to love on Fridays, when I am too tired to
argue. Saturday I am rested and full of light. I feel my eyes twinkle for you as
I strain my neck looking into your eyes. I am fun, I am perfect I am sensual. I am ready, I can quieten myself enough to see only you.
You asked to see me on a Sunday. A day I felt it difficult
to see myself in the right light. A day filled with all that I run from. They were
here, all of them, the words, the whispers and the lies had come to visit.
"Yes, you may come through” I responded full of uncertainty. Then adjusted myself to be that way. To stay in that dress and lay that way. You were here and my absence lay beside you. I adjusted myself to lay that way, in that dress so you may not have noticed that I was not there.
"Yes, you may come through” I responded full of uncertainty. Then adjusted myself to be that way. To stay in that dress and lay that way. You were here and my absence lay beside you. I adjusted myself to lay that way, in that dress so you may not have noticed that I was not there.
How do I learn to make you stay when I am out of the
condition? When I am
loud, when I am not in that dress, when I cannot outrun myself, will you stay in those
conditions?
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