System Restore

The bed sheets rustle.

You’re an octopus of hands

here and there, and everywhere

I haven’t been touched before.

You take me to a foreign country

crude in its customs.

The currency of my innocence is no good;

you smirk at it as if it were fool’s gold,

though there’s no denying

the telltale flush of your quickening desire.

Hostage to your navigations

I’m your own private stowaway

unwitting visitor to continents

for which I have no map, no passport

and no desire to visit.

I want to return home;

I want the used-to-be

before the never-again of it all,

want to set my brain, my spirit, my heart

to system restore,

to a time before . . .



  • Renate  Dartois
    Renate Dartoisabout 2 years ago

    Fabulous expression of unwanted intimacy without mutual desire it can crush your heart and soul….

  • Thanks so much for the kind words, Renate.

    – Beautifuldreamer

  • markhadafairday
    markhadafairdayabout 2 years ago

    well written

  • Many thanks, Mark.

    – Beautifuldreamer

  • LoveringArts
    LoveringArtsabout 2 years ago

    Wow a powerful piece Debs , summed up by Renate to a tee ! , fabulous writing and expressed with such panache

  • Thank you Paul for your kind words.

    – Beautifuldreamer

    MINDSETalmost 2 years ago

    Wow… this is a nice write……

  • What a lovely comment! Thank you for taking the time to respond to this little poem.

    – Beautifuldreamer

  • LauraBroussard
    LauraBroussardover 1 year ago

    Great writing….. I think we could all use a System Restore, from time to time. xx

  • Thanks Laura, I’m glad you liked it.

    – Beautifuldreamer

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