Cliché
Never again would I ever
Want to be alone, without the
Damned firey patter of your
Body.
Never again would I want
To have another's fingerprint
Investgate the edges of my
Skin.
Never again would I imagine
My pupils zoom in, studying
another's disfigured
Face.
Never again would I need
The solitary comfort of this
Island. For I have
You.
This poem is about:
Me