englische lyrik

transoceanic; naked

i bleed in technicolor,
rust or color smudges on transoceanic
books, pondering sitting hands on folded
papers as origami of these hearts

inhaling, to be naked flesh colored
nudes on strewn sidepaths lined in black
currant yet never tasted a numb,
saccharine sweet of the other.

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