dearest hunter
i do not love you
of that you needn't be bothered
for i cannot give myself to someone
unwilling to take me
so you, dear one, are safe
find in me
the temporary solace you seek
use my body
like a security blanket
to wrap round you when you're feeling
needy and selfish and angry at her
press your face between my thighs
and feed on my creative juices
let them sustain you
in your bleak period
of mourning
i will make you no promises
i will hold for you no expectations
i will hold my tongue to your flesh -
kiss your sweet wounds -
to keep it from asking for your secrets
i will not love you
nor will i seek love in exchange
for this fleshy commerce
for love is a foreign blasphemy
which you have had stolen
and for which i cannot
find a taker
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