a man walks onto stage and looks at me. i am not "us" anymore. he takes off his shirt, his t-shirt. takes his passport, his keys out of his pocket. some loose change too. his trousers come off, his shorts come off. here's a beautiful man and he's angry and powerful and he's looking at me. and he's talking to me. and he is full of feeling. all strong lines and curves. and now he's a cat and a monkey and a feral thing, thirsting for my blood, looking for release. and then he's a slave and a freedom fighter and a bird and he flies across the stage. and all the while he's controlled and uncompromising and i'm his.
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