walls

a bare back turned away from him
her eyes drift down, she sees his hand on hers.
she feels a weight of stone built up over time--
the locked up walls have stopped so many tears.

a prickling of her skin at his warm touch--
her shoulder blades shirk out and sharpen in.
she arches her back and darts her eyes to watch
his glinting, straight-toothed smile thats hinting sin.

words climb to tumbled out of her dry lips,
her head turns, seals them up inside her throat.
she sucks in quick--his soft hands on her hips.
he turns the key in the lock.  The words fall out.

as each cold stone breaks she lets out a sigh
and shakes, the walls were not always so high.

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