An Ode to Skin


United States
33° 52' 20.838" N, 118° 3' 34.5276" W

Pale, soft, light
gentle flowing
a stream of plush,
an undeniable fuss
trickling down drops
transparent sweet bliss
intertwining down the path
roads with spoons rather
than sharp forks
engulfing all there is
leaving no room for
unsecure insecurities
to be locked up inside
never to be seen from
the outside eyes of onlookers
Raised east, yearning warmth
chills glide through each strand with air
pores open like palms to the sky
asking for rain to wash
away all doubt,


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