Electroclash Wojnarowicz
When I put my hands on your body on your flesh I feel the history of that body.
I am consumed in the sense of your weight the way your flesh occupies momentary space
Not just the beginning of its forming in that distant lake but all the way beyond its ending
If I could open up your body and slip inside your skin and look out your eyes and forever have my lips fused with yours I would
I feel the warmth and texture and simultaneously
It makes me weep to feel the history of your flesh beneath my hands in a time of so much loss.
If I could attach our blood vessels in order to anchor you to the earth to this present time I would
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