the rust bends and creases, darkening on the limestone fingernails,
sun and moonlight interchanging, wrapping us around one another, sliding beneath the sheets– risking the ivory whites and the seas of turquoise, the slimming of the hips and the mouths widening, fitting the lips to the teeth and eyes to the socket ceilings, the writhing stretch, the lengthening of the circuits, a tightening of the ribs and arching spines, the frothing of sleep, a rising, and a cautious placement of feet on the hard wood floor.


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