As I sit in this foreign flat
I feel pain in my chest
It is the faint but persistent
Sense of an injured nest
I felt sexually aroused
Voraciously often
Gently caressed the nicest skin
And let my guard soften
We talked open relationships
Imagined more lovers
In what was a graceful way of
Hurting one another
Since the day my family broke
My shadow kept searching
For cracks to fix in our love
To darkly self-nursing
I got stuck asking the question
when does love feel enough
Now let me enjoy and move on
and melt into a laugh