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I've grown tired of this fetishism
blotted out each memory
absorbed every nuance.
Now it's just old hat.
It first struck me with menace
then excitement, then power of a kind
a naughty power I could share
with a select few -
then it became cute.
Then routine.
And now done.
It was never my fetish anyway, but a friend's which I adopted.
It tunneled through a decade of my life,
recently emerged out the other side
and its memory
unnostalgic
just leaves me embarassed.
But something of it still resides inside -
A specific desire
for another's fetish