Uriah Hamilton - (1) Exposed to Truth

I'm more prepared for burial shrouds
than the tenderness of sunlight at dawn;
I'm more prepared for cutthroats on jagged avenues
than the embrace of a lover familiar
with the lost dreams hidden behind my eyes.

I don't urgently demand promises,
I don't expect faithfulness or fidelity,
I don't condemn accidents or treason,
nor am I offended by secrets never revealed.

I've reached a place where if a woman touches my face,
I take it as a momentary pleasure
that will most likely not invite repetition,
this is my recognition that love is for youths
without a long history of being exposed to truth.

Uriah Hamilton

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