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Sprawled
across my childhood bed,
he emanates
quiet masculinity;
sated cat
seeming
at rest.
Fond but curious,
testing
mettle.
[Am I enough?]
Ordered disorder,
Queen Khaos
I am,
abounding
with accomplishments
undone.
Incapable of the straightlaced
self-
control, that ramrod
posture he struts
through life with.
And yet he drawls,
"Oh darlin',
you're gonna."
Self-
doubt threatens
to consume;
maternal poison.
Unfurled potentials
beckon,
a daring invitation:
I could
be
More--
The alarm blares,
wrenching
out
of the primordial void.
Wretched with consciouness,
subsumed by the binary;
corpsed reluctance,
I lurch into the fray.
My apneic companion,
oblivious,
saturates the bedsheets
with too much heat.
