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"Girl on Top" by Isabella J Mansfield
this is the most vulnerable
I will ever feel:
my knees pressed tight
against your thighs.
it is no power position;
I can look nowhere else
but in your watered-down
brown eyes.
this is feigned intimacy: my hands
on your chest, searching
for a support they will
not find.
your fingertips resting between ribs
drawing yourself in
to what feels like home but
cannot be.
how is it that you are
still in charge,
even when I have you
pinned down?
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