To cage you in the hollow of my hand
to intake all of your juices
to soothe your seas the rhythm of your thrilling chest
to nourish your flowers your dreams
I’d give away my mortal skin
I’d walk bare-footed open-wounded
on the plain field of your fears
I’d battle all your inner demons
and all the men they’re meant to be
a scar a complement unuseful
a mere corpse on top of you
I beg you when you look at me
remark my structure that’s undone
( Despiteful body, go! Begone! )
and see thorugh me deep down and clear
all of the images I fear
expose to you expose myself
and think of yours, think of yourself
and then once more just look at me
and tell me: what is that you see?
A female body? Or a male’s?
A sexual object? There’re no scales
To measure all that I could give
If only you’d know to receive...



... but the borderline is never crossed
is never spoken
illusions are meant to be broken.