wading through these waking jungle dreams...
passion's humidity pierces my skin...
a splinter with no head.
...eternally embedded in this cocoon i spin around my spirit...
the shell i'll sluff off in death... or again tonight when i fall from my skin and in to your essence.
next day shocks remind me of the reality of this electricity.
our shared stitching is elusive and alluring.
what i know is the unknown...
and what i feel
is
a chest
drowning
in
sharp-edged
feathers.
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