Our bodies

Our bodies,

Trapped in time & space,

Drifting about;

our bodies,

Sticky and fleshy,

Warm & comfy

Our bodies,

With their mild to strong odour & their busy lines & their funky grooves,

Our bodies,

Holding all there is –

Our bodies,

Our real treasure troves.

 

 

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