I want to get you naked
to see the outlines of your ribs,
your imperfections;
every last one that make you feel insignificant-
all your flaws and blemishes,
all your discolorations and blotches.
I want to do this blind folded
in our bedroom after-hours,
after the sun leaves us cold, fending for ourselves
to find warmth like scavengers
on the last day the world would turn.
I want to get you naked
to see the curves and canyons of your soul,
and to lick the scar that you bear
from whence I was born.
a poem navigating both physical and spiritual worlds, does she speak to a lover or does she drift back into time to find scars that can't heal on the body of the ultimate lover?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I just love ur style of writing Amberlee, it makes me feel as if my poems r matched by urs n a spirital way.10 out of 10 grl! Peace and love Hippy sav