Greater of Two
Greater of Two
I know you desire me.
With exploring eyes
and determined hands,
you want to know me.
But would you recognize me
with thicker skin?
Desire me covered in thorn?
Would you claim me as your own if
I shared my scars?
Transparent, your appeal,
transient at best
wears thin.
Full of insipid smiles,
falsehoods wear me out,
my own or yours, no matter.
For now, there are
too many hands borrowing my own,
too many eyes burrowing through my spine
too many teeth chewing through my words.
I have done the math.
I am not equal to your conclusions,
nor you, to my desire.
Mary
Greater of Two
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