Am i wrong when i seek your darkness,
writing my delirium across your frightened mathematics
as if you were ready to be free
like me
(like me)
am i wrong when i break you in two:
ego and id eating fast your insides
as if you were ready to be free
like me
(like me)
am i wrong when my words surround you
with verbs that expand and catch fire
as if you were ready to be free
like me
(like me)
am i wrong when our eyes see what
we can't, holding small truths with our tongues
as if you were ready to be free
like me
(like me)
am i wrong when i want what
you can't give because it hurts to be
free like me
(oh! you like me)
(oh! you lick me)
am i wrong to be free
if you hide two,
if we are three
karla bardanza
Copyright©Karla Bardanza 2015
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