Unmaking Man

 

Unmade by your hands; awaiting there

Those softest hurts and menaces.

I know not what delight this is:

Not a life, and less a love affair.

 

Distraught in touch; you hold me close

As dreams are held, until you wake.

I know not how you can unmake

A man of me, in man’s own throes:

 

I felt the weight; and when you rose

Away – such sorrow no man knows.

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