Before the encounter
Before I am suspended
in the things I cannot say
Before the birth
and the face
on which you inscribe
a jagged kiss
Before the ceasefire
and tomorrow
and this little death
of defilement
Before the climax
and before I inhabit
this ever-mounting flame
I stand before you
waiting in a world
where I am bound
to nothing
and no one
at all
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