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I’m sure you have met my lover
I’m sure you have met my lover
But you will find him quarrelsome,
My affection baffling,
Unless he has invited you to his sanctuary.
Are you aware enough to envy my flawless lonely intimacy?
My Othello penetrates cells no one can touch,
Teasing body parts you have never felt.
One day his hands will arise from within
And pluck the grapes of my lungs.
Today he flits across the ceiling.
His rhythmic cycle of craving and having
So much more satisfying than being human.
