and fuck them
how they were meant to be?
Can I use them up
until they shiver? They can
tell me to stop
but not mean it.
They can scratch against
my back - I'll like it.
I will elicit a response
and cradle your
I wish I was better
until it comes out of you
and into me. Let me taste
your inner hesitancy. Let me
digest it into something else,
like a better sense of self,
like a fuller version of me.
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