Empty

They,
skipped over my love
to find the easy places.

Slid through cracks
embedded in my heart,
left empty
from their touch.

Only to find
the lit pathway
to vulnerable lips,
thighs anxious to spread open,
seeking passion

They,
only cared enough
to quiver
rough hands
along uncertain curves

Passed by
lonely corners, and
abandoned crevices
along the way.

 

Made sure,
they got theirs,
always.

Left me empty,
staring at fine lines
in dingy paint
of ceilings.

Tanette
2006