UNTITLED POEM: TWO WORDS

I.

Stripping away yr skin I am
Touching the soft parts exposed to air. I'm not
Interested in the pattern of questions, the sad weight
Notched against my back. Not considering an ending. Not
Getting away with this yet.

II.

Stay with this. Trail a finger down
The long curve of a spine, a shoulderblade.
Ringing it loose. Tucking away. Romancing the breath
In the space between the legs of the clock. One last second,
Nettles tangling out of, sweep it away.
Gobbling at you like some goddamned bird.


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