skin
May 3, 2023
there was no ecstatic part of this town but when your skin
spoke to mine in a language I’ve never known
here then I arranged the wreath
to the death of my throat-snatching urge as I drank your pulses
and if nausea were to grow limbs
nested inside my body
the antidote would be a mere touch
of the delicate veil to your soul, your skin
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