Desire (One)

I want you to be real, you say,
to avoid dissolving into language,
even as you admit my words make you
love me

To distinguish between an erection and
a perfectly positioned preposition

I wanted the familiarity of language,
food with a baby-like consistency, the
pleasure of tactility. But desire
can be antiseptic, refusing the
intimacy of shared infections

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