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sonnet #1,643

Just wince me this behaviour, which is odd,
Or symptomatic, that girl boy thing,
My eyes relieve of tears, of senseless sting,
My heart awaits assurance, if slipshod.
A knowing quick look, or shrug or nod
Would liberate it, balm it, some peace bring,
To hormone hell, adrenalin I cling,
The menstruals worn off, weighted down, or cod.
My heart is clenched, a fist in its ribcage,
I hold my breath, turn blue, I yield to you,
My sacrifices culminate a slew,
I crave you, cavegirl, when assumed assuage.
On knees, as mustered, your experiment,
You've washed away my wiles, it's eminent.

(Chorus)

o experiment
o test
o verify