yes to many hands have touched my skin
trapped to see them
crawing along the walls and on my skin
but you moved that night
while i laid content in my dreams
you got out of bed
found the scissors
softly grasped a locks of my hair
as your hate drives you to insanity, she is neither a puppet or a toy
,nor is she a dangling key
you send my mind adrift
lost in thought
from taking a step
feeling my thighs touch
to looking at the pillow
and reaching out to feel
you walk to the bed
touch you hand to my face
my eyes meeting yours
you lean down to kiss me
a kiss on my head….
yes its your world not mine
i am only here for the time
even thought the clock ticks
you sit still