Capacity/Captivity inside my hips (I feel so organic with myself)
If there are words to express my substance
As long as I will find them
I will be alive
I think we should be pulled together like paper dolls through paper chains
Whispering “cross the old wooden bridge for me”
I want your shoulders to move unsteadily when you walk
I so want them destabilized for following me.
In fact there is not much more beautiful than this.
Until you widen your iris.
Until you force the door to my home.
Then I’d lock you for quite long. It will be tender with me.
I’ll cook for you every night, All required from you would be to just throw glances at me. Every look will be skin peeled off a lemon with bare hands. Fed by my mouth in our face-à-face dinner.
All in attempt to connect you with me.
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