Banana split

hungry, I am peeling,

peeled into strips of separate being

constricted by personal theory

of needing you for freeing

outstretched for picking

beckoning in sections

hoping in great vain

not to

reveal my intimate reflections

you have left me peeled

revealed, desperate to be healed

sinking into hated love

no longer

am I

even keeled

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