11:43 Skin (edited)

I lie, aligned, under the delicious moon
perfectly,
my left hand echoing my right
- palms to the flooded sky -
and imagine that my breasts
have become the peaks of stormclouds;
or wonder

whether
one day I will dissolve
into smooth torso

and kiss and kiss my female self,
feeling humming blood
beneath her unbroken skin.