Monday, March 26, 2007

Skin

Hey boy,
You wanna hide
in my skin
for a while?

Take a break
From that skin
You’re in
For a while?

Slip inside,
Wiggle down.

Yeah. S'nice.

Feel how soft
The world is?
Feel how heavy
The world is?

It’s okay by me
If you want to

Explore.

Run your hands here
There
Over and around
The landscape

Of

Breasts
And
Bottom
The curve of the neck
The hills of shoulders sloping
Back
To back the spine
Between

Thighs nestled
In the oven of sheets
Over

Hipbones
Down
To anxious
Folds
Waiting the touch of
fingers,

Your
Fingers.

Take a break from your skin, boy.

Slip out of yours
And into mine.

2 Comments:

Blogger NWO said...

Very, very hot!! I love this!

7:01 PM  
Blogger Unknown said...

That's cool... but, yet, where is your indelible SOUL going after you leave your mortal body (our physical bodies decompose)? Find-out where we went...

As a writer of the sassy, savvy, insane yooFEMisms we A-L-L go through in this finite existence, I as well as you gotta lotta angst, too, and the synonymous metaphors which shall creeep stealthily across thy brain like the vivid, brazen dawn are the cohesion which brings U.S. together, girl.

So, see if you cannot subliminally 'read-between-the-lines' or VERBUM SAT SAPIENTI (Latin: words to the wise): here's summore symbiotically-explosive-coolness done in sardonic satires when we passed-away:

Here's what the prolific, exquisite GODy sed: 'the more you shall honor Me, the more I shall bless you' -the Infant Jesus of Prague.

Go git'm, girl. You're incredible.
See you Upstairs...
thesuperseedoftime.blogspot.com

7:12 AM  

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