Unfolding...By Lea Anne Stoughton
by Lea Anne Stoughton
This is bigger than anything I’ve known before.
This could hurt.
But still I unfold myself for him.
And now he’s in me.
I mean, he’s in me.
He’s knocking on the door to my innermost places.
He knocks and knocks
but that is a door I cannot open.
Sometimes I feel him withdraw, and I wonder,
will I bleed?
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