Kin

They line up at my door,

Hoping and begging to be let in,

But, all I crave is the feeling of your skin.

Whoever you may be.

I am so tired of beginning again, and again, and again,

In search of my Kin.

A game they all hope to win.

But, I have no cards up my sleeve,

My Queen is not in sight for the crowd of jokers outside.

All I want is to be loved in peace,

As easy as the wind touches the sea,

As delicate as a forehead kiss or warm summer breeze.

But, carnivorous eyes that wander far too long,

Are the only eyes I seem to meet.

They want what they can only see,

But they do not want me.

A pretty smile and golden skin,

Brown curls and curves that dance with each step I take,

And that’s all they’ll do anyway.

Take and take and take.

They line up at my door,

So, I think I’ll stay inside today.