Stranglehold

Stolen gestures,
like tender words,
will only go so far in the tempering
of each illusion.

Sometimes, I am in awe of you – your gestures, the way your hips
move, the flash of a thigh, your own need.

When I’m not ready to strangle you, of course.

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