+In the red light of late
afternoon I stand clean +and naked in the ++++++++++++++post +shower fog with ++a bleary reflection +of this body of mine +++of yours and I want to ++++++++++++++++++call
the conference of my face +summon us from +++++++++++++this
body of mine of +yours but I don’t ++++++++++++know
how to sift through +the indices of pronouns
in our languages +++++++++++I +++want you to +confess twisting ++the proteins of +++++++++++your +mouths masked
in the muscles in +my cheeks as ++++++++++++I ++wipe wet my
hands wrinkled +with condensation ++++++++++++++and ++stare at this face of
yours of mine asking +++++++++++++++what ++have you done
to us what have we ++done to you can ++++++++++++++I
claim you as you +did one another ++++++++++++my +voice echoes and I get
closer to the cleared ++path fogging again +cold silver surface still +++++++++++++++++open
my mouth and exhale as +++++++++++++++++we
hide in this meat of me +this soft present ++++++++++++skin
