9.1.13

truth or dare


I dare you to love me like your Mother never loved you
Fervently mishandle me like your beloved tune, singing those strawberry lyrics you can’t claim knowledge of
To show me a kind of love you never learnt at birth
That black leather-like kind of love not even birth marks, spiritual chords and resemblance can contain
A kind of love so peculiar not even our first names can decipher
So we both can claim knowledge of having loved better than our Mothers