secret frictions of form
they broke against my knees
trumping an entire culture
slipped up my thighs
the long muscles of the arms
a few quivers
calloused hands, a rib cage
then a pulse
the backs of the knees
a breathless moan
the small of the back
unbearable
the length of the spine
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