the last morning
you in a voice
thin in whispers
came when i in a state of undress
had none but thin
cottons to shield me
from distances you were planning
on keeping
as the secrets we kept
this long under cotton
sheets and whispers
in whispers you told me
i in skins received them and
removed
stretched it over arm
and neck slid off the layer
deflated form of my bust once
the width of two of your hands
spread across my chest
in previous times
this time dropped over your shoulder
this skin a memento
that i let you this close
under the layers for the price
of your whispers
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