and that night. the white electric storm. the lake
in flames. you sleeping so soundly. your big bones.
smooth forehead. your dry pale mouth. split lip skin
flakes. to bite them off with needlepoint precision
to chew and roll in a minute translucent ball
and spit ball and spit ball against the horizon. skin. it’s so
wonderful peeling your back after summer.
a perfect sheet of skin. pores backprint
and some blond down. your backbone fossil.
the sickly olive patch beneath
pressing the veil of skin against my face.
sucking some in with every breath.
sting rain the bay windows hypodermic.
in the skull the electric whirlwind.
sucking more with every breath.
skin erection all symbols of bliss.
I was so amazed so moved I loved you so much.
– Patti Smith
fra Early Works 1970-1979 (utgitt 1994)
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