Don’t tell me

about your lines
show me
make me want
to read
the next one
& the one
after that
if it hurts
to write
put it down
let that shine
out
forget allusion
forget simile
if it hurts
tell me
how bad
it fucking hurts
I won’t wilt
run away
from your words
on a flat page
I just might
run
to you
in fellow feeling
tho’
let me feel your howl
screams of pain
in your long
dark nights
of nothing
much the same
on your loves
for
daffodils
roses being red
have all
been done
but pain
heat
lust?
that’s personal
unique
to each
yet universal
enough
that if you
reach
out of
that white page
I will
be unable
to
stop myself
in offer
of my hands
back to you

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