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Wandering moments.
Wrapping round my fingertips.
Sliding
up the veins in my arms.
Coating my nails in dreamy slickness.
Slippery melodies sung breathless.

Rushing over my shoulders
in waves wound golden
Flowing down my chest,
my hips,
my legs,
Into the ground…
worn smooth
Beneath my feet.

Sneaking up the curve of my neck,
To push its way
between my teeth.
Resting cool between my molars.
Silencing my tongue.

Stretching fingers up the back
of my throat.
Tingling in my sinuses.
Reaching for the nerves behind my retinas,
soaking up color.

Expanding into my skull,
my lungs,
Wrapping my ribs in stretch denim.
Rough to the touch.