TAINTED LOVE.

A spoken word.

The day you burdened me with the soft grasp

Of your hand against my flesh

The movement quick, yet gentle

Though it was strange how time seemed to

Stop, in comparison

The world swirling around me,

Like dirty water

Before it goes down the drain.

I, the once clean drop of water

Now soiled and circling

Around and around

Until I can't find my way out

The day you first spoke to me

With a tongue so smooth

So elegant.

The tongue you used to kiss your wife

And read your children bedtime stories,

Was now speaking to me in harsh, breathy tones

Mellow and quiet

Yet loud and desperate in its haste.

You, like a runner in a marathon

Sweating and inhaling

Holding me like I was your bottle

Grasping me like I was your only means of survival

Little did my innocent mind ever think to conjure up,

That you were not the light

But instead the darkness

You dimmed the lights completely,

To make me so blind I could not see where I was going

Your smooth palm brushing between my thighs

As if you were a painter

And I the canvas

Crafted and centered

Perfected in a sense

So careful it had me wondering how many times

You had done this before

Were these the same hands tucking your children in at night?

Hands you used to hold your wife's cheek so sweetly?

Every time I see you,

You are a reminder of every burden in my life

Which I must carry.

Every happy birthday,

Every happy moment I have

Or would ever have with another soul

Tainted

by

you.

That's what you did.

You

tainted

me.

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