Your scab is in the shape of Africa.
Mine is ever changing in the light
shadows recast
seen for a moment
forgotten in bright
impressions never forgotten
artists marks on clay
my surface
wallpaper and flocking
distant, different
you could not have known all that i would carry from you
shapes and forms
thoughts and blushes
serious yet mistaken
i wanted your touch like from the movies
skin on skin
close
did i exist before you moved me?
move.
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