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

Leak

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

Speak

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

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

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