Would I go back?

Of course, I would

to a time of physical discovery

and comfort.

I want that again

and wanting is a sweet ache.

I want to do what he won’t,

a separate pain

that prevents me from moving

through viscous dreams to reality.

 

And anyway.

If it were true,

if it were to become real,

my world would become destructive

and months after the aftermath,

I’d be rendered raw and wanting again.

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