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