Boo!

“Boo!” you say.  But

don’t mock me

uni-

verse: I know you well-

versed in the arts of con-

fusing; the distractions

of life and

of love, and

of offing me backwards

and roundabout fashion:

making me think

you love me as I wish you

would,

when truly you choose to

love me as you sense …

… I need.

 

But need is not where I’m at

any more, yer

know:

need is not the game

of wondrous relation and

sticky sensation and

snaky brainy blonde-

ness-

es-

shhh, and

everything beyond

that might tie me into such a

pleasurable wand; such a

pleasurable bond; such an

astonishing wait of unrated,

un-

rate-

able

surely would-

ridden activity.

 

So don’t give me need:

give me

want.

Don’t

give me

games.

Give me you!

 

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