skin


your hand hovers
prepares to land
on this strange terrain
unfamiliar and unexplored

your fingers plunge
into a dark pool of hair
cross lakes of muscle
shelter in warm, wet hollows

you glide over goosebumps
map out the landscape
its sharp escarpments of bone
its soft wilderness of flesh

placing your radar
to the planet’s surface
you listen for signs of life
hear an alien heartbeat





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