Concave

Concave
My wrappings are undone
And I gorge myself on the feeling
The emptiness
You find so attractive in me.

You twisted it all
Turned me into a game
You still play me…
Though you left an age ago.

Hipbones, cheekbones
That perfection you found so sweet
In me.

(c) 2007

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