Intimate Sonnet (revised)
I flee to thy side
my back is broad
I didn’t I wouldn’t I haven’t I might
open the zoo which cages delight
who are you
are we are
these are the pronouns I engender
faint is the shadow that follows the lip
and limp lies the finger upon the tongue tip
if one times one is us
the aye-aye knows no abacus
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