Committed Skin Poem by Frances Macaulay Forde

I crave committed skin
Pale, pink tones of a fragile heart.
Silky strands that tantalise.

A forest of words - thoughts,
forcing careful continuation
of forward movement.

Actions.

Soft, subtle reassurances
given under pressure,
refusing to provide more
until…

Making absolutely sure
when the two surfaces
eventually meet -

rub together…
no other skin will suit.


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