to be
floated
like a buoy
on a dead
sea
for a boy
feelings so
strong
they throw
me
over a
shoulder
pull me in
a death grip
a cork pierced
and swiveled
from a
vintage bottle
feelings to stir
me
like a
wooden spoon
in a cake
batter
parasite feelings
feed on my
proteins
the simple
sugars I hoard
between cells
ensuring abundance
multiplying
by methods
no human
could emulate
these
feelings
slide into
my neurons
and whisper
the thing
I want to
hear or
the very
thing I swore
up down and
around
I would
never tell myself
regardless I
lure them
entice them,
beg them
onboard and
they come
hungry for
me
mmm hmm
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