Let me masturbate
to the ghosts of your touch
sliding up and down my memory,
whispering a kiss on my breath.
I'll lay down my sticks and stones
that once battered you
with harsh words; lick my wounds,
the burns from not learning
the first time. I found the razorblade,
rusty, that slides through
your ethereal skin. Pin me down
and thrill me.
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