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Father. Undress yourself. While you still may.
Show me what time has scarred
since we sat in the bath together and I proved
that waterdrops want to touch one another.

Fear not. We have similar structures.
Legs, back, nails and countless gestures.

I do not want to wait for twenty-seven more years
and see how hyperpigmentation
spreads, skin slackens and
veins burst.

Show me what is left when you no
longer make love.
Recount names of women and let us
roar and resign.

Eddy Van Vliet