since you died I have been in love a few times
from afar heart-wise though proximity
was achieved now and then to skin to the warm
sigh of another I felt a gaze
pass over me
like sonar restless then
move on
I
have the wrong skin for this job now
made up of overlapping plates an armadillo
with a pear’s flesh all that hacking with the
hatchet to get through takes the appetite
off the eating every time we begin another autopsy
on this corpse I’m still alive
ReplyDeleteis there skin
between the skins
space inside
the plates
the heart
within the kitten
on a piece of wool
in a box
on the warm bed
just sleeping
Ahh Robbie. xx
ReplyDeleteneed the special saurian restorative cream
ReplyDeleteThat just made me cry a little bit.
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