If only it wasn't for your skin
like a liquid caramel shell poured and
hardened over vanilla ice cream,
damming everything in its place

I swear your bones would be a tree.
Libidinal links and lines shooting outwards.
Ribs and limps would spur and sprout.
Your veins become vines and tangle wild like
hair with a pulse, with a bloodflow, like neon.

hmm...if it wasn't for all that skin.
Too bad I'm using it.

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