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| I don't want to be a pretender in your rooms -- instructed to remove shoes, and ruled how we were supposed to play in his carpeted den. light shining on your face, you engaged the needle on your dad's phonograph, with its diamond tip. fifteen, alone, after school, our games began to bend another way. I learned to sway. you taught me moves learned from friends at school. Love Me Tender faded lonely and alone in a wave of record scratches, winding. our pelvises touched on the waking shores. a new game of tag with soft lips, your eyes led me that way, naturally, knowing a silent rule -- tender was not love but fire aflame. tongues repurposed dove deeper. our (e)motions, a new music. I knew I never wanted to play any other game before you sent me home that day, eternally away. I still see you in your carpeted rooms, socks cast off. I still see the your eyelids' shutter, emit amber light -- two perfect gems honed and ready to ply vinyl vibrations. I told you I would not be a pretender and must live on alone -- 15, after school. 7.3.20 21 lines not written to any prompt or for any contest, but the approval of eyes knowing |
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