I float on the hydrostatic surface of your skin,
fingers dimpling flesh, ripples
moving along fault lines of nerves. the center coalescing
into a liguid pleasure, mouths greedy for the
wine of communion.
draped in a velvet night, minnows
of electricity arc whispers
across the diminishing distance, a gentle
transcience passes into a fundamental violence.
a growing gravity of need enforces the reality of flesh.
an easy oblivion
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