I study your skin as it meets mine: yours – calloused, dark, and searching, my own – light and expectant. Pressed together, we become one flesh, glued by sweat and propelled by energy, our contents binding together. We are synthesis in motion, visceral and changeable, our properties exploding upon impact. In your arms, I slip…


You could  chain me  to your belt loop,  dragging me around,  place to place, just to be sure that  I would follow. But you don’t  have to. Your gaze is chain enough– thick, heavy, palpable– your eyes pull me in, hold me immobile, even bid me to move whichever way you desire. I could say…

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