Falling
on the outside
of extremity, you ask
for lips and eyes
of cottoon wool and mace:
to stun and caress.

But you are only
hard; angular heart
challenging the curve
of any admirer's
approach.

And the boy, you put
on a pedestal of per-
fection
does
not
drink
from your well for
the right reasons.

There is only
chemical intoxication
between pulse points -
no more
(nor less).

There is only
the fabrication
of
desire.

11/23/2006

Posted on 11/23/2006
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