beg, plead, pray.
release yourself from underneath
the cushioned couch,
the pillows you hide behind.
peeking out,
i see your eyes burrowing into my pink organs,
for you, they're new,
i made you a home, move into my thoughts.
take full control,
dictating my actions, inspiration.
fragility, dependency, weakness, strength.
i pour myself a cup of hot coffee,
and sit upon your couch,
we talk for countless nights,
conversations, both imagined and real.
consumed by the pillows,
thrown up white fluff,
its just a puffy mess.
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