these soft papers that stick out
in layers like pig fat
seem plastic of silicon see-through
like fingers that stick out
in a house made of people
that stretch and seem to speak
you wonder then how they live
not eating
in the gentle folds
of thighs that touch ever so slightly
against the back of my body
asleep
awake
crawl out swift winds that heavy gentle fumble clouds of steam
the fathom of parallel skins
and gracing the slithering ways
of holding touch ever so slightly
i fall at the floor un-imagining
crumbles inside
and chest expands to recognize deep breath
I'm so beautiful
you're so beautiful
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