Take your hands
away from your balls.
Stow them safely
behind your back
and breathe.
You need to know
exactly how much
I could hurt you.
How much
you could take
before you break.
Everyone does.
It’s the not knowing
that terrifies.
Will your capacity
to endure
ever live up
to your own
exacting standards?
Isn’t that
what you fear,
my love?
That place,
beyond tears or doubts,
beyond words or confusions,
no ambiguity,
no lukewarm
sentiments.
Nothing but fierce
and purifying light.
Nothing but the truth.
How long has it been
since you imagined
bathing in
that radiance?
You wonder
if it will unman you,
but only long enough
to know it will.
You wonder
if you will come apart
in my hands like a child,
and you surely will.
But they will be my hands.
That much I promise.
And that is the only promise
that truly matters.
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