It’s not love
never mere sex
That’s dead weight
and such functionality
blights the origin
that you conceal
This is personal
between me and you
slick enforcer
watcher of my shallow breaths
the cause of pauses
between heartbeats
A question still grates—
who tells kings what to do?
There’s always one higher
and given the chance
I’d pull your plug
before you get to mine
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