I want
the skull of a wolf
neatly sobered by ants
silky to touch
the structure exemplary of
elegance
timeless
huge dark eyes that my fingers
fit in, wholly,
a forehead to bring my cheek to
teeth that would remind me
of yours.
I want
elongated machinery
action at a distance
sensing
the consistent analogy of
tasting
obviously
over the complacent ocean that
provides, needless,
reason for doubt so I
salivate over cold metal
futures.
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