SHIELDS
We lay naked,
Nude, our bodies, touching, but, yet
We lay separated,
Shields, to protect
Ourselves not from sharp weapons
Or piercing gunshots, but from the words we
Are both afraid to mutter, the words,
“I love you.”
“I loathe you.”
Touch me again darling, touch me,
Drop your shield, it’s all I ask of you.
BoySlut 