This coral’s shape echoes the hand
It hollowed. Its
Immediate absence is heavy. As pumice,
As your breast in my cupped palm.Sea-cold, its nipple rasps like sand,
Its pores, like yours, shone with salt sweat.Bodies in absence displace their weight,
And your smooth body, like none other,Creates an exact absence like this stoneSet on a table with a whitening rack
Of souvenirs. It dares my hand
To claim what lovers’ hands have never known:The nature of the body of another.
Sometimes you read something that you would never be able to write but is exactly what you wish the talent to be able to articulate.
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