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his eyes open wide like black violets
staring at me, 
confusing me
and frightening me

where is this strange 
golden 
fluid
feeling coming from?

who is this little boy 
he that fires my brain
invigorates my blood

the bubbles I feel flowing through my veins
as my life evaporates out of my pores
surely it creates some sort of exotic smell

this feeling of being beautiful
how strange… 

this intense attraction
surely dangerous
like sharp razors
designed so perfectly to open the skin
and let the ivory and red pearls 
of my body flow

this need to feel his golden skin 
flowering against 
my petal skin
to feel his childlike 
inquisitive 
mouth
brush against my eyelids
like a delicate butterfly

And now…

		now…

now he’s gone

so close to me
he sleeps not two feet from me
yet he does not dream of me
he does not see me
he does not desire me 

any longer….

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