minerals

i don’t know what to make of

you a buddha reclining

your naked hips radiating heat

i hesitate to touch you

what was i afraid of

what was i clinging to

a semblance of loyalty

an addiction to delayed pleasures?

i touched your hips

and you disappeared into a terror

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