Porcelain

Contributor: Jody Yesennia Millyer

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There's a softness
between hands
between skin
when we touch
when we meet
fingertip to fingertip
silent mirrored smiles

my teeth are not like yours
my skin is not like yours
my heart
the self beneath the skin
the drumbeat of linked souls
in all, I am
just like you
an echo of an echo
mirrored in love
forever.


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I have no home. I am free by choice. The world is my church, and I walk between the pews toward the godhood with every step of every day.