NaPoWriMo 2018, Day 12: "Private Media" by Thomas Gorn
If the soul's eternal, then this flesh
is but an avatar, and death
merely edits my user profile--
changing everything, ending me.
This body knows yours as yours meets mine.
Trading flavor and touch, shiver
and musk, flutter and clench, we dissolve
self in self. Your stubby fingers
are what my soul closes around joy.
Your spirit plays my limbs and nerves
to sing itself into the world.
So much of me is muscle and skin
of you, my soul does not exist
beyond your mortal, eternal lips.
-- Thomas Gorn
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