Jodie Baeyens

Grasp

You, who came to my bed
With just a book of Shakespeare 
And took me as your lover
And read me sonnets 
As your hands caressed 
My naked body 

You, who came to my bed
And took me as your lover
With such false confidence
That I believed each word you said
When you explored my body
And read me Baudelaire 

You, who took a girl as a lover 
Who you thought was a woman
You, who I thought was a man
When you were still a boy
Your hands tracing the skin above my hips 
And read me the poetry you wrote 

You, who took me as your lover 
Come back to my bed
You, now a man with softly graying hair
Take me as I am 
Leave the poetry on the bedside table
You’ve nothing left to prove

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