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To my parents,
I am their proud product
Doing what they could not
Striving towards goals life would not allow them.

To my friends,
I am loud and mean
Always doing what I shouldn’t
And always complaining.

To my ex,
I am a stranger
Walking in the skin of an old friend
That turned out to be a monster.

To you,
I am new
And interesting
Which makes you curious and scared.

To me,
I am trying to get by
Struggling to find myself
Mostly scared of becoming nothing in the cruel cruel world.
i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body.  i like what it does,
i like its hows.  i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones,and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the,shocking fuzz
of your electric furr,and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh….And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you so quite new
in the rain-
darkness,     the sunset
being sheathed i sit and
think of you

the holy
city which is your face
your little cheeks the streets
of smiles

your eyes half-
thrush
half-angel and your drowsy
lips where float flowers of kiss

and
there is the sweet shy pirouette
your hair
and then

your dancesong
soul.     rarely-beloved
a single star is
uttered,and i

think
       of you

— The End —