Fear is

I fear the shadows that exist among the lines across your palms

Your hair smells of the fuzzy mold growing on the side of a forgotten picnic orange

Acidic, yet multifaceted

Repulsive, yet medicinal

I love how it creeps across your shoulders and beckons me to dance in the wrinkles of your laugh lines

Your eyes are warm like the thighs of a nun who left her vows to a ravenous hunger

Apprehensive, yet beautiful

Pessimistic, yet inviting

I love how they soak in every inch of my naked body and beckon me to dance in the thicket of your body hair

Your hands remind me of the cherry salmon being carried by the current of a screaming river

Primitive, yet persistent

Authentic, yet eager  

I love how they stroke the webbing of my pale stretch marks and beckon me to dance in the valleys of your hips

I fear my present cannot take much more of this endless dream

I fear my future cannot take much more of this vicious cycle

I fear I may not be able to love like you

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