leave me feeling ashamed
and exhilarated at the same time
ashamed that I am not yet perfect
exhilarated that I enclose that perfection
the way my body encloses
the husk of my heart
calmly enclosing all things
but ashamed in one chamber
or maybe two where the dark blood
of my misery comes home to brood
while the bright blood of my joy
rushes out to meet you
and the world
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