Slick white tile and
Rain brought to my flesh
Walls tan and made of sunlight
The blonde wood shutters masking
Thoughts of night;
Under this osmotic vapor
My flesh softens
Veins leap from my creamy wrists
Become blue brooks in my palms;
I am a pale baby
My stomach made of leeches.
And then your hand---
Strong sinew and velvet skin
Cups mine like a leaf
A shell from the sea
Sun-bleached, and kissed
With salt.

And everything about this
Kills me.

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