What in me
needs you
to see it?
The means to an end,
I mean, same old wiles
to increase proximity.
So many animals, insects
on autopilot, barreling
down a single route.
A beautiful map inside,
egging them on // Blood rising
to the cheek, a look gone warm.
It’s not that I want
to have you–no, only
to ever move you to me.
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