Friday, March 16, 2012

Words (skin, fan, fever)

I'm covered by fever, I have a blanket under my skin, it electrifies me like your tongue sometimes do when you extend me and I become my sex, or yours. I'm too heavy to move yet weightless in the thought, deliberated from everything beyond this calm downstream of skin. The fan is all the sky I need. What a breeze.

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