Like little sea creatures
In a shell we lay
pressed against
the pressured air ;
too silent to be moved,
showing ourselves
as the layered rock
shows earth's growth
from youth.
Tiny thumb prints of some desire
we wish to encapture
and keep between the flesh,
to seep from our pores
on every embrace
to smell the skin
on every kiss
like honest things.
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