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i wanna whisper my middle name

across the

arch in your back

and watch it loop-de-loop

around your thigh,

past your grin

to your groin...

like the gray grass,

smelling like your darkness.

and it swallows me


but i don't care because

my government

burned on your brace.

and you accepted it

like a kid getting candy

and showed me

you can handle a heavy heart

and closeness at the same time.

i knew you were good at tricks,

but not the conniving kind.

you were raised right

but left your youth behind

to become a city boy

and capture a culture

unlike your own.

you are unlike my own.

- sasha hinds -

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