It was a means of control
arranging us boy-girl-boy-girl.
Schooled isolation.
Years later we would line up ourselves
in continuous boy-girl pairs
with desire to engulf, pacify, shut up.
We still squirm,
project paper wads,
snap bra straps, squeal,
pretend not to enjoy the diversion.
After all, we're cannibals primordially.
We seek flesh and souls to make us whole,
a husband to consume, a body to banish,
too frightened to know
that where there is Love there is no hunger.
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