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I want his face
nicely towards me

I don't want to tear it open
because he chooses
me this weekend

I want his stubble
his fabric softener

he is so different
from the men of my friends
with their itchy sperm

I want his words
his withheld love

reserved
for me under clothes
of inaccessibility

Poem 975
Amsterdam, 2017-01-23
Collection: Without reserve
Keyword: In love:  
Dedicated to: Sheree P 

Zywa Eyes my hands

Kim is at a sleepover
the whole house is for me
my silence my music

I can jump as much as I like
the whole bed is for me
my skin my desire

for disordered bedding
the whole mirror is for me
my eyes my hands

the pearls shine
in my areolae my fur
in my eyes my hands

Kim is at a sleepover
For the first time I see my mother
standing naked in my body

Poem 977
Amsterdam, 2017-01-24
Collection: Without reserve
Keyword: Identity: mirror 
Dedicated to: Sheree P 

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