:with time

the skin thins; we become more see-through
as if the drip
—————-of it, passing, was diluting us.

———These summer nights
he can’t sleep; his eyelids aren’t enough;
he could long
—————–for the skin of the young,

———-its heedless opacity,
how you could fold yourself inside it
and sleep.
————–Live long, live longer

———–and you’ll see his eyes
still watching (what else can they do?)
through near-
———————-transparent lids

———–at all hours, open now
to what nobody tells us: how we grow
into nakedness,
———————no hiding place from light.

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