you always ke(e)p(t) me suspended
dancing in honey
turning like a bug
and I wanted to
to twirl for you
we were young and we were foolish
and we loved each other and how could we not
I was always under your thumb
even as I wriggled out
even the strong woman I've become
can be tended by the memory of your hands
things we remember that no one understands.
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