In your room I am a nude land whale.
Dressed in jersey, stretched over skin, tightly, clinginly to fleshy bits and bulges.
In your room I am a whale.
I take up space. I make a mess of your visual. I contaminate your area code.
And I am nude. My flesh makes a mess of you.
Too much too soon. I whale about hoping to swim unclumsily to you.
But its all a bit too true. Skin don't make for a clean front room.
And then I come to surround you. And the nudes too raw to direct you.
So after a moment your through.
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