Fruit of the Flesh
“Not so polished now”, he whispered in my ear
My hair a mess and my flesh partially exposed
“You offered and I accepted” he grinned out loud
As he rolled over to face away before he fell back asleep
I distinctly heard him say, “Ha, you’re human after all”
Those words stuck like splinters and swallowed me whole
Until the sun crashed through the slats
I pulled away the sheet that covered him
Studied his form and took in his scent
I allowed my hand to touch him to make sure he was real
I had forgotten his name but not his touch or kiss
I replayed the scene and felt the same
As smiled and draped my arm and hand to rest across his hip
I closed my eyes and whispered, “Yes, I am human”