Ode To Her Skin - Poem by marie love
i want to walk out into the night
and cross the two streets
I'll sneak into your room
and turn on every electric light.
light will be everywhere, filling the corners -
from the ceiling, from your desk, up from the floor
beside your bed, out of the fishbowl,
light light light light dribbling down the walls and
puddling into the folds of your warm blanket.
when i can look at you from every bright angle,
I'll find you a new name,
something that fits close to the skin;
smooth, sleek, low cut
something, anything but
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