I'm not like a mermaid
such a girl without buttocks
waiting on her tail
who might want her
I let your hands model
thighs out of my muscles
with which we make love together
like wild mountain rivers
I feel the flow of my cells
take a picture of me, now
it seems I'm dissolving
in eternal atoms
and loving chaos
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I feel the flow of my cells take a picture of me, now it seems I'm dissolving Expressions. tony