the burden buried beneath skin

1
under these pelts, somewhere beyond
the prodding roots I am untouchable. the undergrowth of a new skin
knots itself to the virtue of darkness,
safety from the suffocating light.


2
a kiss between weeks and the weight of warmth, the dream of lips and legs held in the embrace of winter.


3
like the sand, wet
from the rivers tongue your skin hides things as well,
there are the stones gathered in your softness, worried
smooth in the fingers of lovers, that knew how to remove edges
but not the weight of desire.


4
I hoard what I can not take; more emptiness,
never arbitrary in its completeness



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