Everything at once
and at once, everything
Crashing outwards
then folding, dissolving,
pulling inwards.
He drove from me a torrent,
calmly observing
my undoing.
He balanced my pleasure
on the razor’s edge,
reading my responses
as the blind may experience Baudelaire.
He keeps me
in the palm of his hand.
Oct 30, 2024
Oct 30, 2024 at 1:58 PM UTC
Everything at once
and at once, everything
Crashing outwards
then folding, dissolving,
pulling inwards.
He drove from me a torrent,
calmly observing
my undoing.
He balanced my pleasure
on the razor’s edge,
reading my responses
as the blind may experience Baudelaire.
He keeps me
in the palm of his hand.
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