The see-through glass
“I was a virgin til I was 23,
then I always had more than one lover
at the same time all secret.”
My last lover didn’t want my pure love.
He looked right through me,
saw the me that I was unaware I had.
He wanted me for not only sex,
penetration, the twisting and tangling
of legs, bodies, minds, and souls.
He wanted to see what I saw
See the images in my mind.
Why I had let those former
hormone driven boys (not men),
those childish males with their
grown up female toys.
Wanting Barbies, seeing themselves as Ken.
He was my Steven, My Ken and my Lover
Not wanting me to be the Immaculate
perfection of Barbie
I am no longer with this lover
My curiosity won the fight over
perfection
I was the child that needed to be
neglected.
My body wants to be used
I’m not human enough to know better.
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