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I am wise enough to know
we will never get this back
and must marinate in these
the delicious torture of electric kisses
and gentle brushing of body parts
that like the tweezers brushing metal
removing my plastic heart
set off sirens in my ears

fluttering at hummingbird speed
I could easily float away
unfolding fantasies the fire beneath
the balloon that pulls me
the sky becoming my blanket
my responsibilities becoming toy size
if I let you pilot me to a new reality

but I will not untie this tether
with a steady hand will play this game
and will wonder at your choice of words
when you called me wise