Everyone has hands just to use someone.

[i_crueladeville]

My body is aching. All the hollows and crevasses of my flesh are empty and they long to be full.



because the flesh remembers
and the muscles still move
in the old familiar patterns.

blanketed, our bodies twine
like worms through soil. Our
sweat sticky limbs still
curl.

the beats in our bones.

the hips know the rythym
and the hands.

so the bodies still enact
what the hearts have forgotten.