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”

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