i do i
sleep
nude
shedding
my snake
skin clothes
every night so
that i might
wake to
become
someone
new knowing
what i
knew
added
to everyday
always to
learn
at least if not
more then
one thing
that carries me
to the next
and as i
scribble down
and progress
upsetting
the ground of
knowledgeabillity with
unending possabilaties
my changing
pigments
of this
and isn't
as my eyes
separately in
sockets turn
independently
taking all in
while waking today a
dermatological
version of a
crazy quilt
chameleon
She touches you. Her warm hands caress you from head to arms. She guides you, luring you toward her full embrace. You feel her fingers beneath your clothes. Her touch invigorates. She intoxicates you with a freedom only available in her company; this day walking, brilliant, heavenly orb. Her lips brush naked skin, leaving red lip-stick smudges wherever they kiss. While her finger tips toy with your DNA.
brilliant heavenly orb
humanity seducer
dermatological destroyer
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