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It’s Amazing
A Poem
I want to love, love, love you dear Asha until there’s
Nothing left of my soul, so get to work on training me
On how to do that, and please leave nothing to omission.
Hypnotize me, lash me, it’s all alright, there’s enough
Material to shoot if you wanted to make a video. I’m a
Veteran of your choice, and God only knows the mechanism
By which we hang. It’s a sort of ministry, this loving you,
And sometimes I just collapse because I don’t have the
Strength to keep up with you. Bless you, my dear, and
Your unstoppable libido — my sickness is my desire, how
It will cook inside me until I burst. Your elegant façade,
Sweetheart, is a dominant apparatus, a ledge you push
Me off of. I know how to use the dictionary, that’s about
It, so forgive me with a snarl and give me a case of the
Hot and cold. I’m no nationalist but I want to be ruled
By you and your syndrome, so let me chase you a little –
You’ll find me fit enough to run and when I catch you
Safe in your hut I will please you in the manner in which
You’re accustomed. So just give me clearance and I will, will
Give you the whole portion of my being for your comfort.
