Touch My Outside Skin Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Touch my outside skin
Trying to reach the bone
I'm everything within
Structured by my tone
Nothing much of difference
From someone like you
Give me and my ways a chance
Make my life come thru

Like a day that’s going by
So is everything going
Flying low and flying high
Inside each track showing
Answers coming to reward
Within days new choice
That we know will start
To surrender its rejoice
Playful rumors in the way
Much for nothing saying
Every hour through the day
Thoughts of each weighing
Voices of long gone past
Trying to come out again
Through the hours lost
Everything so simply plain

Touch my outside skin
Trying to reach the bone
I'm everything within
Structured by my tone
Nothing much of difference
From someone like you
Give me and my ways a chance
Make my life come thru

What we still remember
Somewhere lying around
Like some shades of September
A step and step there found
Broken bones to reach
Cloths of touching mood
Thoughts in their bleach
To a subconscious intrude
Flesh of money openness
All is for the nothing
Sweetness in their caress
Still in ways bluffing
You and I for anything
From that still undecided
Like the clouds of far bring
Halfway thru and guided

Touch my outside skin
Trying to reach the bone
I'm everything within
Structured by my tone
Nothing much of difference
From someone like you
Give me and my ways a chance
Make my life come thru