our relationship

To be free; I so wish

To be desired is my addiction.

In this confusion I somehow thrive.

 

I flirt,

deeply in love with the attention;

the chase, the complements, the attraction, the lust.

That is our relationship.

 

Until, you asked me to love you.

yet you already know;

it’s not your love I crave.

©Cleopatra Chipo Kuuya 2000

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