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In this transaction, think of me
As just a body
I do.
My clothes unravel to the floor
A spent tourniquet
A reptilian inkling of the afterlife
My hands have not evolved
I will watch us from the ceiling
For love has no body
And nobody is safe from love
My hands have not evolved past the feeling
Of metal into metal
Glass into skin
Skin drawn to a veil, blood,
Blood in the memory
Memory in the blood
Yes. Yes.
You can touch
You can touch the scars
Share my anaesthesia
I will watch us from the ceiling
For love has no body
And nobody is safe from love
