training

sit when told
regardless of offered indulgence.
follow, leashed?
scared to test.

juvenile, maybe.
virginal, definitely.

so stop tugging on my leash
stop feeding me
treats without tricks.

or
just tease that bit of me
that floats every time I let you in my head
hold me close
lips to forehead, innocent
go ahead and
push that boulder that crushes me
when you walk away, when I know you
don’t want me to kiss you back.

wait.
hear that?
I let you.
let you, let you,
want you.

up to you.
ill be here.
just letting.
letting you touch me, taunt me, hold me,
have me.

take me?

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"Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming. This is a fault. Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there is hope. ... It is the spectator, and not life, that art really mirrors." -Oscar Wilde. as for me, my head is way up somewhere near pluto. i like to pretend im smart. im awkward. and thats it.

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