Let Poem by delilah contrapunctal.... yes, that's how I intended to spell it.........

Let



it
violate
tear
gnaw
become a skin filled
with jangled bloat
bleeding
scraps
of bone and flesh...
of soul-parts
exchanging
cacophonies
let
it
have its way....
it must...
it is no strange beast...
it is yours...
it is love..
it is nothing....it is all things....it is....

it is messy, unbeautiful.... perfect....

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