I can’t contain you
You always seep out through my fingers
And I am tired of always chasing you, collecting you
Trying hard to hold the pieces of you
Keeping you whole inside my grasp
I held my breath
I’m counting to three, to five, to ten
Watching you melt away
While my palms are scratched, out of the friction
You made
Me blushed
Reddish cheek, rounded sweat, wet
Then I’m full and fed
Up
I would swallow you
Contain you inside my chest
But you are too hot, it burned my tongue
It burned my gut
I felt greedy, I gave up
I vomit you and I’m sorry for that
How I want you but
You’re just too much
–Dessy Farhany
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