We shared a body once.
My blood remembers that intimacy.
(The Body) stretches back through generations
pulsing
across oceans and continents.

I want to trace memory on my skin—
You are the first stroke.
Insight is dangerous—in knowing You I destroy myself.
intimacy aches
distorts reality
even now I am fading.

Do I reject this blood in order to be whole?
Or do I wander the borderlands—neither one thing nor the other?