I want to feel something give.
give under me.
because
I have been given
nothing.
Oh, I'm strong alright.
hardening like rose stems hanging in a basement.
without.
I want to make contact
the sweetest touch.
The only way I can touch
the only way I can feel.
without shaking.
without hiding.
Surging like a named bullet
angry and crude and vicious
my fists
that want to be
surrendered
painted and
taken.
tracing your back.
Jesus Christ.
If I get you
I am scratching bloody lines
down that back
from these
red
red
painted
fists.
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