Sweet, Sweet James

Saddened by the letter.
Saddened with words written
All over, front and back
Like whips, slashes, across mu body-
for all my past.
Read on, read one
there's more.
He huts me with this eloquent style
He's read in books.
"Thinks he's a poet"
My mind tricks me in defense.
My eyes low, pouting the expression of
my heart.
Didn't was him then
Though I wanted him then
Though I wanter him now..
This is what the outcome looks like
The inevitable.

The rain pours for hours
Never again-us two-in blankets
Dialogging breaths, caressing hands, lingering fingers
He brushes my hair away, and
Kisses my neck
Sweeet, sweet James...
Never again, no, not even my friend