My spirit’s cracked.
No more struggling
for you to see me.
Your life’s untapped,
untouched by my abysmal constancy.
What’s compromise?
Let being rip.
Don’t take account. Don’t count the cost.
You only live once.
We veer to death’s pocket.
Snatch!
What’s yours is not mine.
Dog eats whatever happens by.
Dog loves whatever cocks an eye.
Death is maturity.
Bodies click. It could be enough.
When the fire’s warm
the extremities thaw.
Don’t touch.
Look, but don’t touch.
Don’t dare touch me
on the raw.
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