true intimacy presented through the depth of your cells. the make up is essential and organic life lives within the touch of our skin. each carpel runs down the curve of our cages - hollow slivers separated by marrow - uncovering the genetic make-up of your strands. and the steady swaying current of your body’s fluids pulled by the moon. the symmetry of tear ducts speak up when ears meet stomach - listening to your innards humming bubbling gaseous eruptions, they weep and speak my name. and lashes talk back with wet bats upon your back. kisses. the cosmic interaction like the bend of faulty fingers upon your back and a hand to hold them in. swan neck. each tip composed of stale makings preserved with fleshy little hooks for touching. and life is only lived when the purest oils and sweat and skin are loved from within; unveiling the frail unity of our limbs.