Proposition to an Old Man

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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