I would rather kiss than learn, or better:
do both,
searching for the forbidden master,
the unclaimed god I want to satisfy,
while he denies.
I want the strength that comes with
ripping roots from the ground,
the sweetness
that comes from biting into
an unripe apple.
I want to know things,
and not grow them,
to leave shaking in my wake
(undisturbed myself) and
watchful.
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