Wrapped Up in Myself

Wrapped up in myself poem by kaaya faye

I’d rather trace my fingers

Through the map

You drew on me last time

Than wait for you

To miss them again.

I’d rather mark

My own territories

Than wait for you

To want to touch

And redraw on me.

I’d kiss my own fingers

And call my own name

I’d pleasure my own self

And keep doing it over

All the same.

Tête-à-tête

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