Saturday, November 08, 1997

another

this is the flesh writing the the flesh
this is my breath longing for you

i may have dreamt
of belly and breast
of hair and of hands
of finger tracing blindly

and of running slowly
water-soaked
slipping and sinking
knowing i might escape
if i could only
make myself

this is the flesh writing the flesh
this in my breath drawn long and deep
as i whisper rememberences

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