he imagines all of me
as i really am.
he imagines the person there
the one whose body lies, that
he sees inside me.
my quiet form
quiet from dreaming
my quiet dreams.
he traces his hands
across my face
he does it, and i don’t know.
as we wake
we put on clothes
as if we’re someone else.
he pretends he’s not who he is
that he is unaffected
he’s not.
my quiet form
quiet from not sharing
my quiet self.
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