What's it's really about...Poetry, me, June. Interpret
my life, fantasy or reality, however you see fit.
Scribblings:
When darkness swells,
pregnant with memories
I go back to the nights that Excitement and Fulfillment
drove me home
and tucked me in my safe bed
before one
last
phone call.
Those sheets have long been packed away
and I conveniently misplaced the phone numbers
of ex-boyfriends,
though I think on each one
right now.
2000 miles away,
my fiance holds my sex
leaving me to question my identity
for the sake of affection
and other cravings.
(c)KMC
