i'm so horny, that's okay. my will is good.
taking off my clothes, i glimpse. myself in the mirror where, once again, nothing ever looks. the same way twice; my hair
the colour of dead leaves, my torso rising to a nakedness. which is also its shield.
sharp ribbons of sunlight ride. up a bare chest, this brightening bulb. of shoulder, gentlest flank of neck.
sliding into the tub, my body, gleaming under the surface of water, lies like a word in its own revelation.
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