A dancing corpse,
I can feel your body over mine.
I exhale
And you catch my warmth in your mouth.
A night shrouded in stars,
Mystery captures your words.
Pillows talk and blankets whisper
Your name.
Creases enfold our skin,
Soft, careful and
Cautious.
Why can’t I feel your touch?
Skin to skin-I can see it,
But the sensation is dead.
A horizontal corpse,
I am dead to your touch,
Just a dancing corpse.
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