Adjusting to life's changes with hope… through poetry, haiku, and commentary

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Childhood nightmares
collide
with adult dreams

bringing memories of
sore nipples and such
into today.

Wave after wave of
sensual spasms and pain
try to drown out my voice

unlocking the hidden
hurts of my boyhood
that open the floodgates
of adult desires.

I remember the boy who
couldn’t tell if he was
being touched as a man

or as a woman; feeling
sore nipples and such
anew.

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