Frighten me in a way
To make a day of mine
Be replaced by flange, fringe
Decorating, replacing my simple oddity.
Resting every niceness
on doubled and triplicate edge.
Bent to ripe tense of acceptance
Bounding melodramatic paramount
Screaming heart
to explode my mind
in stretched vein
seeming narcissistic
to my lack of twenty nine hands
One hundred forty-five special points of touch.
My wet tongue for a moment
sets in your cleft.
Your distal love made present
by your summons of God
and penetrable heaven.
My need sabotaged by
my only two hands,
my only two legs.
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