Pressed against the fevered white lips of the boy who has leukemia
behind the curtain on a stage
Just like you who doesn't have the body of an adult female
You watching me disappear in and out, always away from myself
Retiring to the silence that I crave
I needed to connect more deeply to love
So I had to renounce our hearts
But, it was right for you to desire and be desired
I examine my libido
I locate its cruel and distinct defects
My defects are poetry
My defects have always been poetry