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whisper of an itch
molted skin like feathers
peeled back from sunburnt thighs
motion sickness in your eyes
make-up undone by the lake up
miles beyond where we went before
abandoned buildings for mining ore
sex
in the taste of it
dirt caked to the skin
hair matted to the chin
summer fantasies
while slipping away
questions yield questions
but as I untangle myself
from foreign tapestries
my body's strong replies
that rudimental power
mundane and physical
and strangely subtle
like the whisper of an itch
peeled back from sunburnt thighs
motion sickness in your eyes
make-up undone by the lake up
miles beyond where we went before
abandoned buildings for mining ore
sex
dirt caked to the skin
hair matted to the chin
summer fantasies
while slipping away
questions yield questions
but as I untangle myself
from foreign tapestries
my body's strong replies
that rudimental power
mundane and physical
and strangely subtle
like the whisper of an itch
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