Photo Album

I remember easily the barefoot times – sand, grass, your bed sheets.

The nose has its own scrapbook, nerves and skin have their own photo album, tongues in mouths keep their own glittering secrets: the gems we sleep on, as if we were dragons,

or other beings more powerful than what we are.

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