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Intimacy begins with leaps into limbo where fresh love swims,
If you're lucky.
Intimacy snags with sparkling glance and moments of mistaken for fate
Or vice versa.
Intimacy hooks and tugs and tears,
Until you're gasping for air
Eyes glazed in suffocating .
But I'm wily
And I know this worm.
I savour sweet memories of a look, a turn,
And I chew them into mush.
Until your smile for me was endowed for a crowd.
Until your dark endearing glance,
At the tender parts I let you glimpse,
And I'm shooting safe upstream of your affections.
Small talk shrinks.
My words spout through chinks of .
I slump numb,
And turn cold knives to cut you out.
Another heart-worming story burrowed into-me-see?
With a beginning middle and an …
Barks dark in my heartbeat
Chases my arterial tails
Splayed feet braced in my belly.
Intimacy is a parasitic pup,
Who paws me raw and protective with pity.
Watery , lines that tug and tease will not sustain her.
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