The Man I Love

He holds my face in his hands so he wouldn’t hurt me
and kisses me on the lips so I lick love.
He is so gentle he makes me cry
Holds me so tight as if I’d disappear;
He worships me,
Prays to me with his hands
Body and soul.

I am cherished, blessed as a saint

Venerated like the mother of God.


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