on days like this, we peel body mass
like a rooted prayer &
when we sink our elbows into
the other’s mouth we are sure
water becomes accustomed to memory
like skin against eyelash —
you ask if there is a gap in your chest
and i tear through mine in response.
draped & pared.
once you told me words carry no meaning
but that what is coated beneath
our nails do.
i ask what is underneath yours
and you reply with a hymn.