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and you ask is this okay?
is this okay?
and i sweep soft hands
around your shoulders
dragging you slowly to me
while you use little words like pretty

and you fear i will fear less
that this will be less fine than before
and what you do, you do
and undo me

and i sink into white pillows
and i feel you unfold against me
with moonbeams beating
noiselessly at the window

and heaven is caught between us
like a wish too uncool to speak

and this one is a mistake
and this one is a memory

and afterwards you ask how i am
and i use words like perfect
and wonder if i mean them

and i lie here
knowing that
somewhere there's another girl
lying in another cold room
listening to the sound of her breath
and later i'll scour your room for clues
(while you're out getting orange juice)
and will spend my days
hoping your thinking
i'm a girl worth keeping

and i don't care what you are
because i'll make you
into whatever i need,
and will stroke you to sleep
while i murmur and burn