Are we a-
sexual now, touching
each other tenderly, more
tenderly than a mother,
the dear, dear
body in our hands? You touch me
as if each cell of you remembers
where I live. I live
here and here, everywhere
you touch moves, as if a breath
is passing over baby hairs.
Your hand passing
down my back, cupping
my buttocks, I can't remember
in between,
my body is lost in your
making, my mind
asking, what is this quick
parting of dead cells, this
brushing away
of small planets?
You are too naked
to take in, like the whole
David, O
nipple of light
on my tongue.
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