Non-Erotic PoetryJust EnoughWe made peace with a rose
while I uncrossed my legs
to the whisper in his words
touching my closed eyes
sweeping through deep breaths
finding my hiding spot
bare and empty
a child confused
by tender strokes
reminiscent now
of earlier days
when there was always just enough
to bring me back to the bed
closing my eyes through the pain
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