Better For Their Creation

These hungry silences

Do not falter

Yet here, strengthening by action

And although there are fine words

A touch, an act of service

Mutual intermingling

Time, space, mutable as kissing

Pin you down and exorcise

Your fear with my fuck

Laugh eat and conquer

Come to me

I offer the play and the seeds

Have sunk roots

My adventures blossom

A quest into ashes

Found gold in these scars

Touch them

Better for their creation

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