wrapped in arms and legs

right words with magic
curled and comfortable
sliding together

a spot of pressure
a cold draft

a shift
something lost

moments of forgetting are more than gold

a memory airbrushed, bruises masked
complexions sanded smooth

Everything beautiful can kill you
Everything pretty is bitter on the tongue

Silk sheets are the unraveling
of the works of worms

A face with no flaws is a mask
Smooth hands are gloves

Round soft feet never touched the grass
can’t run on stone

Touching only happens
in unprotected places.

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