Insecticide #35

To address and not avoid,
these piercing wounds you leave me,
to tend to the structures of the soul,

And make amends, with you,
no matter where you go,
because you’re inside
this well of mine heart.

An intangible love,
a flicker in the dark,
and you can’t feel
the heat of my fire.

And so you say,
you retract,
you withdraw from my supposed advances,

Meanwhile jealousies brew,
hurt percolates.

And the flesh echoes my dreams of you.

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