The Whyfors

you do it to feel. to feel
anything at all.

it's like diving beneath bluesilver
sunlight-glittered waters
while wrapped in a raincoat.

it's like standing on the zenith
of a mountain, on tiptoe,
breathing in ecstatic gasps.

the wildness, the lust.
the sin?

I do it to feel you, to cling
you closer to my glass bones;
to inhale you.

 

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