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[goodglory]

don't you know
your hands tracing the vertabrae
of my back
are one of the many?

you have to lace your fingertips
across the back of my
neck
much like a samurai
slices through the neck's flesh
with his sword.
they feel one in the same.
your fingertips
his sword.
your words.

do not use the word love
its power is beyond you.
beyond earth
beyond whatever you feel when
you touch me
where so many others
have touched me.

because, baby,
i'm on the other end of
your tin can and string.

but i dont know
what is a can?
what is a string?
what is this name that you ring?

the mirage of the virgin princess is nothing more
than a shattered heap of mirror shards
and tattered cloth,
and clouded emotions.