body

naked

you wear no clothes

you dress in words

i  see you covered in perfect talk

round vowels black and white

(op art my eyes)

bedecked in lines to your neck

classic cut

adorn     apparel    array    attire

you dress in esses that set your shape on fire

i listen (floored) to your finery

that fits

a first skin afore

(an only skin)

that slips itself wordlessly once

onto you like soapy streams

or persistent silk

it is your blood run tight circles

perfect fit again

words fashion bones upright

smooth     real     sharp

i know you don't eat bread

you feast on words

you swallow alphabets

(in majuscule type)

and minuscule runes that shine your eyes

you spit out softly petulant bubbles

that splatter and drool

more words discharged

i have turned slave to your every stroke

disinclined and grudgingly possessed

by what you wrote

not what you spoke

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