Cashmere

BL
How rugged is Your rub to me,
and yet so finely grained?
The friction smoothens asymptotically
and the negligible dynamics in its seduction
lures me enigmatically
to never separate from You.

The cohesion of Your fibers looks down
upon the whorls of my digits.
Though perfection is not achieved in mine,
you unceasingly invite me
to feel Your perfections--
unworthy as mine are.

Yet you let me be that which
uses you; the incongruity fits.
For it is not upon my crudity,
which I have conceived,
that You measure my worth,
but by my endless desire to be with You.

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