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All the boys, lonesome and plain,
clamor and crash through each other for you,
to know the body, to know the brain,
and everything between the two.
I have seen your face pass through every night,
pass through outer-space. I have seen it's light,
and the shapes it made, when I closed my eyes,
made the gloom alright.
With frightened feet and sweating brow,
they rush for you, the human flood,
all full of awful dreams of how
they might receive the flesh the blood.
But you've seen my mind every time we've kissed,
and though they've wined and dined on the eucharist,
you have held my hand. I have held the fruit.
They'll never know what they have missed.
Here I am in tones subdued,
though your sweetness touches to the core.
Pass through a crowd, too loud, too lewd.
I won't be stifled anymore.
All the boys run hot and cold
to be absolved in your loving arms,
but it's only me who they enfold.
Love without fear, decor, or charms.
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