Wet

Wet like words, I’m hanging

I felt it in my spleen

My body,

My soul,

You move me and I scream

I whisper,

Your energy

It blinds me and I’ll bleed

“That, of course, we all do,”

And we’ll move each other like water

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Shelley's Irreverent Tendency