it's true...
that essence of my nature
to want what i may not have
to be forever pressed up close and tight against doors that are forbidden to me
lingering against walls that should - in my frenzied frustration -break
that should - through all my pounding and trembling - crumble
willing locks to open by the sheer force of my want so that finally i may, with lips, and skin, and fingertips, trace the spaces denied to me
wait...
i didn't say that right
the words get ripped up on my tongue-
they fall into the street-
i get tripped up
now i'm bleeding
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