Sometimes I’m really in the mood
for human touch, human
intimacy that arises in me,
like a toddler
having enough & is taking it
upon themselves to voice it, but
once that inner
‘I want what I want & I want it now’
begins to be explored & acknowledged by
the other sprints away faster than the wilder
beast fleeing from a hyena.
Leaving me with the ‘EW DON’T TOUCH ME!’
this is a cycle I go through as a woman out
side of my period, but in a similar orbit to it
all the same, waiting held then left the fuck alone
it’s a battle between heart & flesh.
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