Silk Hands Without Fingers 2/18

Touch me and die.

One hundred little deaths convulse in a circle 

The cycle of this kind of pleasure is dark but

Liquid silver outlines the round light tonight 

So that the moon may judge us freely

For what we do beneath it.

Dear Floods,

Please till the desire in and out of our skeletons until

There is a new term for naked.

When I am naked I am clean and when you are beneath me..

weak and gentle as you are powerful

I learn to pray to things from the earth so that when God hears me speak of you

The heavens remember what it was like to have flesh.

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