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the threat of arousal so purple

won’t you be my meditation
to wade in the wake of your emanating field
imagine imaginings for which you may have little regard
but where you nevertheless, point the barrel of your insistence
and inflate with flippant will
my leather shell
till it tender from your attention
till it swells with duty

arousal so purple
your words become needles
light, quieted by your radiating absence
my blurry eyes squint to recognize
‘more’ disguised as ‘relief’

left to savoir neglect like licorice
tart like rind
poisoning pleasure
twisting ‘want’ into an outreached palm
red carpet for your wrath
the tornado from your pin prick whims
gleaming out your insistent eyes
before you stiletto away

i melt from the deluge of you
even if only in mind
your polished nails
scratching at my prison walls
cricketing a painting
of the same promise tomorrow

and still
i beg to hoard glimmers of you
that whisper
alive when eyes are shut
a mind
so dearly thankful
for my empty fate
all because its author
was you
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