Intimacy

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Leaving house or country, a man
May have skin contact with someone
His wife never suspects, may fling
His love or a hand grenade at those
He’ll keep mostly buried under trash.
Late at night, though, he will relive
The nakedness of a lover or corpse,
As his bare foot touches his wife’s.
He will feel estranged from this trusting
Flesh next to him, for it has never
Opened up to him like that other one.
The corpse, then, is his soulmate, since
It turned itself inside out just for him,
And to reciprocate, he unzipped.
To make his wife more urgent
And truer to life, more authentic,
He may have to invert her also.
Gun always cocked, he’s turning.




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