amongst strangers,
there is skin on bodies shared in crowds,
to touch is to make calm, to respirate, to share,
with fragrant movement,
wrapped within armpit and embrace,
tracing fingers upon spine,
with an army of women,
who uplift and hold hips,
the collide of youth,
searching mindlessly for grounding.
DECAPITATION love has decapitated me over and overand rebuilt me,to be the Sun that glows,more brightly than any other Star,
and god knows how the pink parts of me, the parts that make up my skin. The epithelial layer of
In everytime Lifetime,you will Find meyou said to me, the last time, so I will wait,whilst I turn myself into