The Creative Demisexual: Invisible Self

You cannot see
What I do not do
I cannot deny
What you do not say

When you do not speak
And I don’t do sex
Then what we have
Is buckets of silence


The holes where speech
Never will have been
When it never rains
The roof, not repaired

The drought will kill
So I went looking
See what I’d sow
Life I could reap


Because a lack
Is rarely spotted
Won’t you ever, though?
Sex, you don’t ask…

No, I believe that
I start the dance
Tweak your nose and
See if you follow


Posted on July 18, 2015, in Creative writing and tagged , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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