Fingerprints (Subspace #6)

The rules we set are ours

A pas de deux stretched out

For hours spent in breathless syncope

Weightless as a whispered kiss

Heavy as the voice that promises thunder

A living sculpture made in parity

Press in your thumbs and shape a soul

A heart

A cunt

And leave your fingerprints behind there

Where your touch creates Pandora

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