and my skin was chafed
with the rough sandpaper-like
touch
of your fingers.
and my body, skinned,
from sharp nails
of life
is finally born anew.
soft and smooth
(run you finger along it-
touch me-)
like the ruffled feathers
of newborn ducks.
and my limbs,
before – so limp -
have the strength to hold
my neck upright
and slap
your uptight
jaw.
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