Your thick arms,
a boa around my waist,
cinches me tighter.
I stiffen in contempt for you,
for myself,
letting you get so close.
My loathing pins me down harder
with every sway of the music.
With every beat of the song
my heart sings your name.
The graying stubble
of a night's worth of beard
massages my cheek.
A deep musk
swarms my nostrils
and warms my thoughts.
Your whispers in my sleepy ear
tear at the wall
surrounding my heart.
My hatred for you crumbles,
slowly,
unwillingly.
I want nothing to do with you,
but I can't bring myself to run away.
I love to hate you.
I hate to love you.
What is this hold you have?
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