PLEASE--
Lick my wounds,
shake my spirit...
Let me hold you,
fragile figure,
against my rain-soaked blazer.
Let me be held,
by you.
Engulf me in your leather
jacket, which reminds me
so much
of my father.
Let the patchwork green
riddled red, lined interior
bleed into the reflection
of my cheeks.
Let your beat-keeper
bruise my eardrums,
worm its steady pace,
Into my cerebral.
Let the world go warm--
Let the world go dark inside.
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