The Imaginary "You"
a poem by April Baum

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Books That Changed My Life
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The skin on my leg tingles as I run the tip of my finger up from 
     my ankle to the curve of my knee. 

The tingling grows as I trace my inner thigh to the outside of my vagina.
I imagine that a “you” should be doing this to me. 
But there is no “you" here, so I must do this to myself.
I need the touch.  I ache for the sensation.

My nipples become little rocks as  I think about “you” doing this to me.  
An electrical current runs under my skin and 
     “your” touch makes me moan and arch my back
Running my fingers over both breasts, my thumbs 
     trace the circle of each of my nipples.  
I moan.  Wanting  “you” to kiss them, suck on them,  lick them.

Now I want “ your” finger inside of me.

But, it’s not “yours”.  It’s my finger.

My whole body trembles out of control
     and then suddenly – a release.

“You” have caused an eruption, an overflowing of love which floods  
     every inch of my body from the inside and out. 

Just for a few minutes  I am completely at peace.

But soon I feel my desire rise up again and my throat is dry.

Using its own language, my body cries out for “your” familiar touch

I want “you” to touch me again.
     So I will.

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