#skabo

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skabo, an introduction // s.z.n. p. 03. skinnybones, skinnybones, // feet as big as mine, wrists as slim as // mine, all of the sharpness and none of the meat and twice the // dehydration; i owe thee forty apologies for the words i never heard from you and the bellboy i made you. // more than that, i owe you my soul but you know or should already know // you own that, i owe what is yours-- // we are soulmates without the nuisance of making love. // you let me crawl into your bed, // feet to shoulders to // legs with torsos entangled entwined unable to be parted and i // breathed, for i could feel your heartbeat in the soles of your size elevens. // i knew i would wake up if i could not feel your aries heart as fire // roaring steady in my hearth of earthen virgo clay, // if you jerked in your skin from pain, // and i never rested easier.