Burn
He burns
Where only I can see.
But�?he cannot know I see
Can you see?
I can only touch�?the scars.
Put my lips to them.
Taste their pain.
Know their history.
Trembling with power -
Suppressed and alone.
He does not allow
That wounds are borne.
Words are not allowed here.
Only warmth.
And sacrifice of self
Sshh! Tread quietly�?/EM>
I can only give
Him me
When he trembles.
Needing only me.
Tomorrow
He will be strong again
And only I can ever know
That I kissed away the tears
That never fell.
They are mine.
Copyright Gordon A. MacIntyre, Nov 2008
(Zy's Gender Challenge)
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