You could
get tangled up in the twists
let the wire tear your flesh red
catch your clothes on the staples
rip them to shreds
in pieces scattered all around
skin stabbed with stinging splinters

Or you could
take
my
hand

Let me light your face
with a thousand bulbs
of laughter and joy

See in you what I see in you
In the mirror of my eyes

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