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  • I know why you love me.
    It's because I will tell you
    when the sky hits
    my favorite shade of royal blue.

    Or that my favorite color is not one color
    but two:
    orange and blue.
    They are complements, you see.

    Perhaps it's the way I love watching
    one translucent curtain
    interfere with a second
    revealing swirling patterns hidden in pairs of straight lines.

    Maybe it's because
    I will feed you,
    but I will not cook.
    I lay out a cold spread
    and invite you to use your hands,
    to taste this food with fingers and with mouth.

    It could be my brutality
    that brings you closer.
    The way I try to sculpt you.
    Maybe not.

    I try to make it a gentle art;
    it requires a delicate hand.
    Taking a step back,
    it becomes visible
    the way we bring each other out.
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