All beauty is irony
As our bones touch and melt
Your oesseus hands fondle my stunted face
Eyes of ivory
And paper skin
I see my face in your eyes
Your shivering fingers,
Your bloody lips
In mine
Etching kisses
Fusing minds and body
Into a disfigured siamese symbiosis
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