162 You shed your skin -- I watch the pulsing of your flesh. You are An open wound, and every touch would hurt, when you are seeking My tender touch. You lost the gauge of measurement -- your nights Invade your days, your days pursue your nights, when you are dreaming About my skin. You broke the rules of chess, forgot the code To reach the hiding-places in your home, changed definitions, And signed your name upon my breath. You planted on my slopes Your eyes -- they grow inside, I feel them stir down to my instincts. I opened all my doors and windows, stripping to the skin. You watch me from within my naked flesh. You make my breathing Exhale the mantra of your name -- if I don't catch the beat, It hurts. It hurts, when I forget I'm carrying your image.


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