A cross between pink and white

your hands sing as a wind chime

this skin that yells one bit

of soul from the swift & tender

prints & pores where Eva’s beauty 


feel the thin fringes & darkened 

curves on its tiny cracks

as you string along the veins for

that so called touch—

let me drink your sweat.

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