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lisagrace Aug 3
She is seventeen - not quite a girl,
He sees this

                     A pat on the ***

The not-quite-girl whirls back
"I'm not comfortable with that, "
He looks at her then,
And almost....scoffs
"What? It's just a ****."

Her spine stiffens—
She does not laugh.

And even before this -
                   
                      Hands on her waist
                      A hand, resting on her collarbone
                      Fingers tucked underneath
                      the collar of her shirt
                      She moves it away -
                      He moves it back
                      There are fingers on her       
                      sternum now,
                      nearly touching her breast

And then he touched her *******
The next entry in the Retrospective poem series. Fair warning: this piece gently explores difficult memories and includes reference to personal boundaries being crossed.
Bekah Halle Feb 2024
I come home a foreigner.
The sun is warm and welcoming,
But the environment has changed.
Curiosity is beconning,
But with gentle eyes.

I come home changed.
Last time I was more timid,
This time, a little stronger.
Last time I thought my weaknesses were insipid,
This time, they are part of me.

I come home curious,
As to what it might be, I ponder.
The family dynamics.
The opportunities that I may squander,
In fear of becoming my truest self.

I come home braver.
Even though on the outside I may be frailer,
Even though.
I might not be, but opportunities I can tailor,
So, it is with courage I move forward.
Flatfielder Dec 2020
The day has come
We will meet
Most of us
Can we all sustain
Our intentions or bust
Can we find intimate moments
Where we share pain and guilt
Where we find joy and happiness
Where we rekindle our trust
Can we walk side by side
Feeling close and be fine
Where we want to lead and to follow
All the same in one steps time
No annoyance uninhibited laughter
Give us a few hours
We rebuild
There is still one central figure
When we part
We hope  we are all in this guild
Family dynamics

— The End —