My Chemist

She dissolved the carapace the years
Had built up on my back, and left
A tender man exposed. I don't know
Why I kissed her hand, an awkward,
Atavistic gesture, more something a
Kid would do than one grown cool
And covered up. She smiled. Then
She drew me closer, solvent issuing
From out of skin, or voice, or azure
Eyes, and placed her arms exactly
Where the carapace had been.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2014-11-17 at 22:36

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