"Girl on Top" by Isabella J Mansfield

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this is the most vulnerable

I will ever feel:

my knees pressed tight

against your thighs.

 

it is no power position;

I can look nowhere else

but in your watered-down

brown eyes.

 

this is feigned intimacy: my hands

on your chest, searching

for a support they will

not find.

 

your fingertips resting between ribs

drawing yourself in

to what feels like home but

cannot be.

 

how is it that you are

still in charge,

even when I have you

pinned down?