being

it is as if our skins lose their mass
become ephemeral, translucent, liquid
an alchemy of flesh occurs
and i am insane inside this reaction
you are able to pass through my layers
blur edges
things become visible through me
i words disintegrate, crumble
but your hands whisper
you enter i softly
tenderly center where
i be

© Thomas Trofimuk

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