Room #453

A Poem by Alexandra

Space between your thighs
Your gentle hands caressing my back
My brown eyes meeting yours
Can you read what they say?
Tell me.
I’m off my meds.
Let’s go another time.
I want to feel like I have nothing holding me back.
Did you read them?
I’m off my meds.
I never wanted you.
I just needed you.
Let’s have another round.