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I have never met art in human form
that didn't require my special touch
to free it from its confines
until him
Living people tend to bore me with
their petty lives and irritating whims
like gnats or mosquitoes but less useful
until him
My routines please me, give my life
structure and safety, until I feel like
discarding them for a careful thrill
until him
And now here he is, a part of my reality
a little left of center, his gaze meeting
no one's but my own and his heart
beating
beating
beating
For me, for us, for what we are combined,
because until him I was alone, set apart,
and now I can finally be at home again
with him