on top of my head
and turned upside down
eye to eye on white
in a flash of twenty four hours
several parts went in the right direction
a combination
leading to the right room
and the right feeling
M would hold my flesh
with the right touch
coming at the right time
morning arrived like a gift from the night
wrapped in mouth
rice on the walls
we stuck together
like shades of pink
snail shell
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