pallor
perturbed an aesthetic
inherited
your skin
contains
sunlight
i might
see if i can still back-flip
though
last time
i broke
my harpsichord
you remember the song
surely?
a much used
cassette
your poetry
sandwiched between?
i couldn’t close the lid
it was too fat
what if
we were
born without
skin
would everything
feel that much more?
perhaps what you see
isn’t thin
or pale
but what it looks like
when it has
peeled
exposing
too
much
and
not
enough
Love this!!!!!!!
Wow. This is……….lGOOD
Okay, Gawd Almighty to these lines!
“your skin
contains
sunlight
i might
see if i can still back-flip
though
last time
i broke
my harpsichord”
This is some incredible wordplay and use of description, love. Yes!
This is rather Gothic 💜
How much is, or ought to be, exposed? There, in paradox or confusion, the conundrum of intimacy, the dramatic tension of love’s story.
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TheFeatheredSleep – How much exposed?
Just wonderful!
Stunning, as always. Love the form too, like little chunks of pure grit. You never fail to impress me! xxxxx
Exposing too much or not enough. I love this
Raw feeling here
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Thank you beauty
💖
Thank you so much my friend!
Wow!
“what if
we were
born without
skin
would everything
feel that much more?”
Another Wow! Amazing poem, Candice. ❤️
You’re welcome.
So much raw emotion!
This is gorgeous