1

once upon a time i split open the palms of my two hands i pulled the threads out like stitches i did not need anesthesia i want to feel

the air twist its wrist and shake its hips on the dance floor my palms me i hold life in my hands, me i pull thunder out from my eye

me i close my hands around you. i open up to you without anesthesia so the stitches tear i trust you you know why?

you call the surgeon when i call you instead 

2

have you ever looked at a man and thought —

i would like to consume your body and soul 

i would like to intertwine my brown thread with yours

i would like to sew for us a new reality

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i mean this is in the purest way possible