Ink flows like blood in deep blue She picks me up several times a day Fiddles around with my logo Flirting thoughts surrounding her smile I have no gender I’m comfortable resting between her fingers The caress of words That connective tissue between Mind body and me Waiting for something grounded in electricity I need …
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