ten mountains arranged
over whorled valleys and hills;
your hands: unknown lands.

silver finger-things
disrobing shy new bodies,
your eyes: discerning.

my skin: uncharted
valleys, hills, brown flesh-plains
awaiting- something,

granted in your gaze.

these moments suspend,
time slowed to infant-like crawls-
on all fours, we move

together, like stars
prepared for fleeting freefalls-
toward what, we know not,

but this is where we want to be,
and so we are.


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