your words O bard burn my fingertips

your words O bard burn my fingertips
this body tingles when you laugh
I hum and vibrate
when your vivacious joy
touches my skin
you ensnare me with a look
discard me with some kinda bull
yet still we burn, burn for you
unashamed we sit and fight with you
we drag the day just to be with you
a word in anger is better than none
we tell ourselves
your disgust for me
is better than
your ignorance of us

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