Between the lines of
lanterns looming in
goosebumps gleam
skin pale and pitted
as a plucked dove
Stripped, shorn,
Hairless as a babe born
tadpole riding the rising wave
that wanders the wilderness
Bear me up
Lay me down
Bobbing between
The rise and crest
The you and them
The give and take
We are
absence
air
puckered flesh
the sudden inhalation
asking
why?
when?
the closed O of shared breath
the closed O of shared breath
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