taste me for touch

if you hurt me,

do it not by

breaking - piercing - plunging,

but instead by

biting sharp

into the fruit of my heart.

for if afterwards,

you can resist

its tender sweetness,

blood oozing out like desire,

simply to

press it gently between your palms,

soothing and massaging it.

wanting just for it to beat stronger.

only then do you deserve

to watch it ripen again in my chest,

only then do you deserve

me.

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