There's a little place (raw)

[astygianelysium]

Finally
I'm allowed to love
again, as a child would.
His skin, the skin around his liquid eyes is rough
wild, untamed, and innocent.
Innocent. Innocent - Echo
for me, over and over and over and over again.

He's not even a
cat. But he could be my
cat. I would let him play with yarn
and I'd feed him dutifully,
keep his water bowl full to the brim.
An unusual ginger cat;
my parents would demand of me
where did you get this
is it a stray?
I would laugh and laugh
and fall into the cellulite flesh of
love.

What does it feel like,
Dr. Wu,
To lust so hard for something you know
you'll never clasp
This unmatched desire, never before
(SEEN. FELT. REVEALED TO THE PUBLIC)
and useless. You are told that
from now on
you could fly.
But the second you left the earth
the birds would scorn you and peck
out your eyes.

The ravens caw; they cannot stand our pretensions and wait
to pick apart the parts of our souls left
after l'amour has taken its toll.
The swan trumpets; it knows the deepest of your heartwishes
and falls silent
never to trumpet again.
The peacock smiles.
Its vanity pales next to the ego geysers
of desire.

"You only write poetry because you're in love."
No.
I'm only in love because I write poetry.

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