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+Strawberry Pound Cake
+2021-07-18
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+***
+
+I want a love that's easy,
+that's light, that requires
+no rationalization,
+no purgation
+of words,
+no listing of boons to be heard.
+I yearn
+to see your face, and when I do,
+I want to feel boom in the ocean
+of my chest,
+*She is the only one.
+She is the only moon
+in this starry sky.*
+
+For there are so many other women
+I could try
+to get together with,
+a wink, flirt,
+accidental compliment blurt-
+ed out in the checkout aisle.
+But I cannot help but see,
+having been burned
+so many times, a list of benefits to me
+instead of each walking ash-hewn corpse.
+
+But all these pages are empty,
+notebook spine unbound.
+I don't want a political alliance.
+I want a woman, raspy, hoarse
+with trembling lungs,
+every breath the sound
+of the crashing ocean waves.
+I want a woman who comes undone
+under my touch
+not because of my deeds,
+not because of my works,
+but because it would take
+a mountain's worth
+of effort to restrain
+her brain's reward system
+going wild as an ape.
+
+Eris built me
+to be
+a solitary
+creature,
+and yet I find
+we've developed a dependence
+on each other.
+It's the simple truth:
+*I like me when I'm with you.*
+
+***
+
+CC BY-NC-SA 4.0 (c) Vane Vander