Flesh Baby

A dream house on an island

Cottages scattered about

Family

Friends

A shop and the sun

Something fun to dream……

But big plans don’t compare

To a flesh baby’s hands

Stroking my skin

The tingle left by 

GOOD vs EVIL

 

My personal war

Trust or don’t

Risk

 

I was getting good at being

On my own

Had found confidence

A little strength

Some light

 

How quickly I give it up

For strong arms

Soft touch

The chance to come home.

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