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Benevolence

There is a vocal occlusion in your throat
And I touch you through it
You’re doing bad things to
Your interior is translucent
There is a quality of incident we bring to each other
—What is the value of these impulses,
You ask? A little latency.
Are you a detachable ambiguity: Portentous,
Small, and Tight—or a benevolent sprite
I might exercise on some ghost note—
More palpable for pain
We need given and given back

Benevolence

These excitable states are toxic Populaced with illogical
And irrepressible Lovers and daughters beleaguer
Breaststrokes of degradation and refuse to Be
Acquired as one does, I invest a desire to break
Myself echoing into you Burned a village function,
Shattered the skiff A vessel filled somewhere
In a poem pushing it Deeper to show you
The function of these dates is a Spectacular
Shameless eruction from one ostensibly Rich means
   —No ordinary expense of achieving ruin
Curl your miserable fingers on my shampooed
Splendor conditionless—the insubordinate
Work of our abandon can’t avoid a spill Of
Some vague and disappointing image
We’re injecting the pleasures violently of a pathogen
Come on measure the allogenic in a joust
We can only survive at the edge of horror
The flatness of your belly covered by some
Unproductive benevolence Humiliating our
Challenges Will never be a loosening of life