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hands moving faster, approaching terminal velocity where there is only backing down.
soon, for a brief and freeing moment,
hunger will replace thoughtfulness,
and we'll know what it's like to
be fire, elemental,
the twisting light snake in a cat's eye.
we feed ourselves to each other,
offer ourselves hand over hand,
like a rope tightening when pressure is applied, a chinese finger trap,
we pull blindly.
the last act we consciously recognize,
we feed ourselves to each other,
eyes flutter,
we pull off all faces,
untill all is the snow blindness
of nerves unearthed,
made weak,
no matter what they once supported,
brought first into a warm sun,
closer closer, untill it's a little too bright.
faces return. but soon you'll stick your finger in the wound to see if it still stings,
a little reminder,
that you're not done healing.
never done. always a little naked,
always in the earth, pulling towards the sun.
wrap your hand around me,
make your stomach warm.
buck and shiver,
watch my face float back on like a tracer.
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