tomorrow
Not the
Whore,
Nor the
Virgin;
But a woman, you are.
I wanted to
Come on the highway,
Come so hard I wrecked and
Died and smiled my way through the
Windshield.
I wanted to hear you
Cry,
Feel your tears on my
Chest,
Not for your sadness but for your
Trust.
I wanted to hear you laugh and
Plead,
“Stop! I’m going to pee!”
I wanted to feel less than
More,
Beaten,
Broken,
Not beneath me but
Open to your wisdom.
I will want these things tomorrow.
I always wanted them tomorrow.
I want them today, most of all.
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