GIRLScoop my fingers out, lick the honey off Deep inside the comb Mewling from deep inside your chest So sweet is your hand gutting the corpus Legs like Celtic knots tied by boy scouts A warm pulsing rhythmic, blood pooling just below mouths Buried inside our cores the soft parts of flesh The wet center of a flower HOW TO HAVE SEX WITHOUT GENDER Reach inside me and do not think "uterus" Carve new definitions on my ribcage Rid yourself of previous vernacular, let's call what's in between my thighs the sigh I make when you touch me there and my pronouns the way my name sounds in the back of your mouth Alphabet spine, the arch of my back rounds out new vowels My teeth suck at your flesh as I offer you my breast bone like ripening fruit Flesh that rises to meet you with heavy breaths Blood pulse and sweat pools as nerve endings meet Bodies that have been learning to touch bodies since we first begat We are less holy beings, more grab bag party favor creations Car crash twisted metal together limbs testing all the different uses for hamstrings and hands See what tongues and toes can feel like As I allow you inside me and hold you between my hips and let you nest there I They not she ✱✱✱
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