for long I’ve longed to be beheld
behold me in my wild and flowery sheen
as threads of flower wrap around you
I feel seen
for long I’ve longed to hold
but for being held I really have a thirst
to hold another as I wish
you’d really want to hold me
first
I want to touch and feel the touch of human skin
as crumbly, rancid I have turned within
soft, humanely, petals upon petals touch
except in this dream
I don’t have to ask for it so much
—
written on 2020–10–31
