Friday, September 7, 2018

my mind dwells in a crack

I live in the seam of skin you and I meet (like meat) 
in the scene of skin-work you and 
I live in the varied molecules in a handful
finger-thick of space that 
separates
connects and paths
the journey between your loins and mine.


my project is to tear away the volumes of air that 
pass between us each second

my heartbeat is a shovel 

excavates a heavy fact 
I feel of air pressure
square on that gate between our 

bare skins.

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