Friday, September 23, 2016

This body of mine

This body of mine.
Wretched; leaking
stink from every pore,
spreading decay to
everything touched:
metal, food, flower, paper;
shedding dead skin
every moment;
creating odour odour odour…
But in your arms
transformed: into a
messy tangle of
limbs, hair, sighs.
No longer decaying.
No longer dying.
Suddenly desirable.
This body of mine.

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