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perhaps tomorrow

oh i get it
me me me
that’s all you ever hear
and i, like my species
swollen with want
that drags us down into dark nights
where we scream our needs
into molten silence
roaring organisms
simmering chemicals in grey matter
that want to lick you with their eyes

perhaps in words, it is ok
to say what one truly wants
to bleed the truth of need
upon cold tile floors
that never stain
and cleanup each day
as the sun bakes us again
into a tomorrow
that promises to listen

a day to come soon
where i do only for you
am in tune with your pen
as you ink free like pollack
and i stretch your canvases
to blot and smear your inner fumes upon
i’d part the clouds so the nebulas
can meet their future

but for now
may i just please say
i swell and ache
and thirst
for just a stare
that you allow me
to take in the corner
and rub its lube
upon blatant needs
that make me too pathetic
today
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