about the five week famine -
I admit I've found liberties
having my skin all to myself
satiated by possibility
instead of craving what's before me
so I've three more weeks'
untouching, lest I turn inside out
from needing
to be turned
outside in
three more weeks swallowing my own mouthfuls
inhaling my own air
pawing at my own pillows, instead of
devouring some other
I'll feast on carefully arranged bodies
who are writhing with another ecstasy
and looking ferocious for it
my only children are my unspoken words
and my favourite lover
the note that they were born from
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