laid on the table bare

fingers sink into warmed butter of skin
back soft as lips were, before the needy
pressing of whey of way of curdling bit-back
gasps, the tremor of body remembering
coming into itself through another when
holy shrouds and fogs fell away
and there was nakedness in the pupils
bedroom eyes giving way to anywhere
but now eyes. hardness like an exoskeleton
muscles seized and structure understood
by hands taking leave of niceties like mind
or heart. only matter matters. afterwards
soft exploration, ear hooked on ear,
playing heads back and forth
shapes, oddly distinct yet integral

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