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When you surprise me it’s like love
then I’m not sure I know you
when you defy my expectations
you are not my Frankenstein monster
I am not your creator.

The times we danced not by candlelight but in fire
our mutual friction making of our love pyromania
and when the fire died down we remained sentient
animate objects capable of feeling affection
within modified range.

We redesign ourselves
extend our gauge parameters
invent better versions of ourselves
this is how we torment and delight one another
this is how we repurpose hunger as love.