Non-Erotic PoetryWhy I Am Not Your LoveMy body is too liberal
to be flavor. It's spread too thin.
I can no longer blanket love,
that angled adolescent form
that shivers in the dark
or when alone. I am an anorexic heat,
a paper fire, flames
wild but useless and soon out.
But dig my crumbled ash
into unfertile ground, water
carefully, and look how many weeds
I nuture, grow.
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