None

When your hands
migrate to a more
suitable location,
I’ll discover the
veined paths
flowing to your core;
the collection of stones
pressing from your neck
down your back. Locating.

I want to press against
the burning coals,
let it burn, embrace the
skeletons dancing
to earn back flesh.
Making our way
from lovers paradise
to the spit of passion.

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