2022 Poem Fifteen

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Being naked with you was

the least intimate thing we could do.

My bare skin covered in our sweat

was a shield for my heart and spirit.

There was nothing you could do to my body

that would hurt me more than anyone else had.

My secretly fragile skin is my only shield.

I might not have been ready to bare my soul

but you were never worthy of it.

3 thoughts on “2022 Poem Fifteen

  1. Oof. “Being naked with you was / the least intimate thing we could do.” I relate to this line so much. Such a story told in such few lines. I almost wish it came at the end of the poem instead of the beginning b/c it’s so powerful I want to be left with that image/thought.

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