please.
please,
fall in love.
find her.
find her who can love you
in the disquiet madness of every. day.
I can only love you when
I writhe from my harness.
only those high holy days when
I am least tame, most sane.
she may forbid me from
touching you ever. again.
it is her right,
I bow, madame.
but tell her.
you tell her.
when we talk
ALL OF the oxygen in your lungs belongs
to me.
AND I
to you.
a sacrament not deserved but
needed,
needed.
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