adventures in internet dating, poetry

your hands on my face

my spirit is sick

holy fuck
I just want your hands on my face!
you who I do not know
you who I already know
you who I’ve always known
I just want your hands on my face!

I wake up
alls I can think about
is
purging this sickness out
of
my
soul
hopelessly hoping
for your hands on my face

you who
I do not
know.

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