Cleave Unto Myself

I’m wasting away

Into small puffs of nothing

If that’s what you want

I’m numb, yet warm

Always looking for more

So I wait until you leave

Then undress and start to pray…

My secret-lover’s hymnal sticks to me like static-cling

And his deliverance stares at me like a taunt

My needs have become bees that swarm

Buzzing and biting deep in my core

Until suddenly…me, myself, and I…cleave

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