She hides behind a velvet red curtain ashamed
about the stained splotch covering her secrets
thin cotton doing nothing to keep it to herself
This was not meant to happen not now,
not in front of him.
He's not helping matters, stiff and sterile
with a noticeable lack of excitement he
was prepared too: clean shaven, waxed
smooth from who he naturally is her
secret renders him impotent he can't
even look at her, and she doesn't want him to
No intimacy here;
This is what happens when we're caught pretending.
2/17/10
(Published in Nefarious Ballerina, Issue 4.2, Summer 2010)
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