The swell of her breasts is an unwelcome pressure
pressing against my back as she
for all her lonely effort to cure a hidden fracture
dispenses this affection and does so closely hold me

Squashed to her body against my will.

She keeps me locked to her front from my
behind
and I
can't in the room's dimness find

My old stuffed bear with which comfort is brought and now lost.

Blinded by dark
every touch is a startling intrusion
that causes me to tremble in my stark
nakedness as she in her delusion

Whisper's another's name into my neck.

I hear that this
sort of ritual is something the victim will eventually grow used to
and if so then how much more of her heated kiss
shall make me cringe before beginning anew

In the blessing of numbness that is my friend.