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Call Me Apollo

Call me Apollo
Whisper it into a landline receiver
Wring your hands
While considering the implications
Of feminine control dressed
Not as fetishization
Lick the name like peanut butter from a knife
Repeat it when asleep in a dream
Or as a bedside prayer
Now I am become life
Now I am the wave break that pulls you close
And licks the salt into your chapped heel
Stretch your heart around your shoulders and
Blanket yourself against this tide
You never could stand naked
Eye to eye
E’er donned in your fetish patchwork
An attempt at an iron fist
I see you shake
I feel your uncertainty
You see nothing, and no one
Covered, on knee in quartz

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