IN-BETWEEN
My love waits there
In the polestar I find purpose
In your measured leisure
I’m smothered in your soft mercies
You devour me like brindled candy
In rainbows made of marbled sand
In the armament I find favour
In your dispensation of charity
As you bow before me
Oh, the joy of the in-between
I relish in the taste
Of your affinity for broken things
And sweet cum
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