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Benjamin Blair


Beneath Peeled Skin


Do snakes or such ever getting tired of being such?
Of being animals and being told?

I know when you and I writher like creatures together that there
Is nothing better at the moment, at the moment;
When our bodies collide and creep along
Each others velvet spines it’s tops –
Bees.
Knees.

Part of me wishes, though, that our skin would
Peel and I’d be able to feel underneath and into your soul –
Whatever.
That.
Means.

So when the snakes finally find their way and evolve
Into creatures that didn’t bring down Paradise,
Maybe I’ll be able to take a stroll along the beaches
Of your soul, connected together, holding your hand,
And under the birdless, cloudless, colourless sky,
Yes! I’d be able to say simply how I think you look nice.

Submitted: Saturday, January 03, 2009
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