No Outside, No Ending

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Translucent skin

Over your shoulder

I watch armies surrender

In the small of your back

Where the sweat collects

There is a way out of this

Twisted metal of flesh

Pulsing with touching

There is no way out of this

Mess of bodies

To know you is to taste you

Salt rims the perfume of your armor

There, where soldiers whisper

Secrets of their defeat

At the line of your stomach

The muscle of your tongue

Red with ridges and hills

I want to sleep in those crevices

Where many have hidden

Before me

Here, there is no outside

To this border

Here, there is no ending

To this end

- Contributed by m/m

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