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When she comes to me I put on my clown clothes and my lover cape with velvet lining. She always meets me in my center, heart beating with a flushed glow. She knows me and seeks to know me. She finds my serious thoughts. She breeds in me a heat that thrills with intensity. She is my voice of contentment. Laughs at my poor jokes. And I am wondering why she talks to me at all. I am so creaky and knotted. She terrifies me. Entrances me hypnotic. I don't bother wearing my watch, it doesn't matter. She is so freshly alive. She shows me a world to care about. I can play marbles again, if I want to. I can. She believes in me with such a sureness. Like the earth. She mothers me. She stays with me in my dunce's cap. She swoons with me in my lover's buckled boots. I have a lot to learn. She is kind patient and true. She has told me she wants me to have her. She wants to take me. I am so surprised that I want to give myself away. I am scared, but I do have courage. I want us to be the whole thing. I long painfully. I don't even have, or need a plan. I'm just going to jump and land. In her arms.
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