this one’s very sick because it has “love” three times in the first paragraph like those browning people but i couldn’t stop myself. (oops, it’s four, sorry) am i thirteen?
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I love from high and silent mountainsides
I love from airless depths of ink dark sea
I love you from behind a wall cloud
I’ll love from any place I can’t be seen
For you are a species seperate
In body and mind, of fearsome frame
I hold my breath when you pass by me
With a shadow hush my shameful flame.
Can I show you past the skin I’m lost in?
My real, young man soul, large and deep in voice
Not perfect but lean and haired and fierce for you.
Between this self and outsides, I’ll make a choice.
My self is deep in the closest pocket
Well-read, strength softened, and beloved by me
Unfolds til my body won’t fit or hold it
Cut free, cleaned and bled, my body will be.
In myths my self walks in doubled woods
In myths great changes aren’t misunderstood
No gender measured lack, no darkened star disguised
And you’d rest your belly upon my back,
That belly I loved from the mountainsides.