Maybe my boundaries could come down
and not unravel,
not fall with a crash,
but slip past my shoulders
like I was being lovingly undressed
by someone with
careful hands
and maybe you could lay your head
on the part of me that
somehow stayed soft
no matter what made me hard
anywhere else
and we could be like that for awhile
with all the lack of hurt
we were supposed to have.
Stranger things have been tried.
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