You strip the text
Of any cover,
Leaving it exposed,
Thrusting yourself,
Upon its meanings,
Penetrating its spaces,
Filling it with yourself,
Impregnating it,
With implied intent.
Marking the body,
Deep cuts of ink,
Bleeding yellow,
Its context skinned,
Pulled bone,
From bloody bone,
Your analytical mind,
Of bold persuasion,
Makes what once meaning held,
Into a mainstream classic,
Secrets expelled....
By: Bethany Maxwell
©2013
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bold persuasion. thanks. I invite you to read my poems and comment.