Reluctant.

I don’t want to write
Or sing or read
Don’t want to create
Yet another piece or poetry.

Not one of love
Or lust or affection
Not while I crave
Your undivided attention.

I don’t want to feel
Or long for or need
Temporary moment of comfort
A blessing and a curse indeed.

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