gaze/body I
gaze/body II
what's under there
organizm
gol gol gol
floral spores
a border
orchid lasers
rock body
consecrated
fingers pluck
an oozing bloom from the follicle
and spin stones
into pearls of yolk and archive
a prophecy dew-dropped through softly parted lips
may become plethora
may disband into a slur of potential
mapped into the spaces between our molecules
strands of blood cipher
unravel into a moment of lush
of thickening
of catching air beneath fresh sheets
this body has its own gravity
this body is tender and soaking wet inside
this body is a keeper of time
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