Skinn

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Poem of life

Submitted: December 01, 2011

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And she looked down beneath at the shallowed out earth and let the

air of the depths fill her skin. And she swallowed her tears to nourish

her soul and cleanse all it could of her sin. Her sin? No, no, He had

forgotten that cry, to blemish the shame of the wind. As he blew her

beneath her very own knees, crippled in the heat of the night, in the

frost of the empty breath that surrounds her, bent over in the pain

that is furthest from hers, breaking in the scream of her soul. Don't,

my beloved, ever stand up. Rise, poor child, why so low down? Why face

your eyes towards the dirt? Don't ever let your cheeks again feel the

dryness of sun. Why so many tears, so many cries, so many blood drops

streaking your soul? Shut your eyes, dearest child, as not to let your

soul slip out. Here, my beloved, look to your side, my hand, it's open

by your chest. Hand it to me, don't be afraid, I will lay it beneath

the beating hearts melted in the ground, that only you and I can feel,

only you and I can hear. Shut you ears, dear, as to not confuse their

hearts with yours, their breaths with the beat of yours. Or perhaps I

will keep it for myself, as to not confuse my lack of soul with the

life of theirs. Selfish? Always. Here, take it back. I will do without.

Perhaps hand me a tear for me to dawn myself within. Perhaps then they

will not see the blindness in my eyes. No, dear child, you are alone.

Swallow your tears to nourish your soul and cleanse all it could of

your sin. Look down beneath at the shallowed out earth and kiss the

live blood of their skin. Kiss them, beloved, kiss them til night turns

to dawn, til the beaming sun again returns to the face of the moon, til

smoke turns to fire, beloved, til you and I bend too low down, and they

rise up to kiss us. Til they rise up to kiss us. Kiss them, Beloved,

kiss the live blood of my skin.

 


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