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When am I going to

See you and free you

When can I have your

touch on my tongue

your taste on my skin

When may I tame your

hunger and stifle

your loneliness

When will I welcome your

mess in my wilderness

Watch Me

I’m no longer his disciple

I’m Master now

Me, metaphor morphed

into reality

Me, with subjects at my feet

My hands unbound

To devastate their bodies

With pleasure and pain

Boseong

I see you’re in South Korea right now
and I realize it could’ve been us

under the moonlight pressed for time
and pushing for it to be done

you and I side by side in the Asian sun

I wonder what it would be like
though I’m sure I already know:

Moments of stillness, polite sex,
and kisses without tongues.

That’s why I refused you

•Art by Instaphazed•

Break

you puncture your own flesh

and pour tequila in your wounds

while waiting to hear from him

ever so competitive,

you dismantle yourself

before he even attempts

to break you