Wednesday, 1 July 2015

naked

because my back will
be straightened and no remorseful
chains or ropes or jaded spots will
enter my skin’s silken canvas. for it
was this naked i was born with and with
this naked i shall return to. we are
unseen gold dusted with tomorrow’s edge
we are a real of reel just waiting to unfold.
we are fortunate in our misfortunes because
our desires are vacant eyes
are vacant eyes
are vacant eyes.
i am your soul and by this taste
i thee wed .naked and imperfect
in all my slanted blacks;
no more chains or ropes or 
jaded spots. 

this will be my last poem

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