transmission I: during the sanctioned hours

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they told me to regulate my breath.

said the body leaks secrets when it exhales too deeply.

but when you touched the place beneath my jaw—

where protocol ends and something ancient live—

i forgot the rules/

i let the sound escape.

that one.

the one you like.

in the sanctioned hours, i keep still.

but you move inside me anyway.

not with hands.

with the thoughts of them.

with how your mouth lingers behind my knees

without ever lowering to touch.

i arch against the absence.

i ache because you don't.

sensors blink red when i whisper your name.

(i whisper it anyway)

they said desire was a virus.

that it colonized the lungs.

if that's true, then i hope you drown me in it.

slowly.

with your silence.

every sanctioned hour,

i lie still.

compliant.

composed.

but inside?

i am touching where you last pulsed.

replaying the shape of your yes.

and when i climax—

(because i will)

i won't flinch.

i'll let the machines record my ruin.

and i'll moan in a tone

that sounds exactly

like your voice

when you say

stay open

like that.

—//47.F, i remember