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let the wood of my skin meet the steel of your flesh
her breath in my ear reaching, pulling my spine
and you below, pulling into me like a lover's grasp
like a lover's gasp is pulled from between ribs
and handless legs with rootless fingers
warm the cool, cool scales of that tenuous coil
while drums and voice awaken its running blood