undress me
You slide my skin,from off my back,
fixed firm between your fingertips,
reveling signs of life.
My past carved into my bone,
symbols dots and curves,
you read it fluently,
to others just a blur.
I am a blur,
but you read my soul,
like your ABC's.
becoming more clear with each day.
Read me,
Read my past,
understand what you see,
you have touched my soul.
Poetry by -CARPEDIEM-
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Written on 2009-04-08 at 20:11
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