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She asks
what I need,
asking in such a way
that we both know

that if I want
that
whatever
is needed

as long as
it's being
infused
enmeshed
enigmatic
translucent
in a dripping
ambrosia sort
of way,
it's a say so.

Her body
and heat
are more
than any less

and so then
ultimately
she is asking
to share what
she needs
and I am more
than willing
although
this is not really
what she had  
asked
me.

Even if
we moan
and twist
inaugurate trust
liberate libidos
and land
in transcendence

the answer
for me
will always be,
"Then will you shut down
and feel strange
and lose that sense
of connection?"

If so,
then I've got that,
and the wiggling darkness
is only a moment

the spark like
two quartz crystals
that when rubbed
together
illuminate
the fact
of their apparent
aloneness.

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