BoDIES and No HeARTs

This is an old story

Almost as old as time

It goes way back to Eden when the creator loved his creation more than it loved him

This is a tale of unrequited love

This is my tale

Silver tongue spilling words that my ears needed

There was a fire burning bright here but only I was the only one burning

He was already ash, he was steel he was liquid mercury

What I saw was beauty, what I saw was desire for my body, yes

But I wanted to give him my heart too and I wanted his

And I thought this will work out as I lost myself in his embrace

Willing my body heat to sip into him and thaw its way to his cold hard heart

We danced the old dance so many times

Rising rising together until we both fall exhausted and satiated

He told me once while at the peak that he loved me

But even if I had long longed to hear him say that, I knew in my heart that it was not me he loved

It was my body. He didn’t know how to love anything else.

How could he when he didn’t even love himself?

So when I stopped calling him

He didn’t call back

I entertained self pity thoughts that maybe I wasn’t enough, maybe I wasn’t worthy and maybe I wasn’t lovable.

I cried myself to sleep every night.

But tonight when he comes again

I lay back and will myself to settle for this, bodies and no hearts

But I know it will never be enough for me.

I will keep longing for more.

I know what I should do but I lack the courage to it.