& He Sought Weak Seams
Angeline danced around the apartment, naked
bared no bones about her shape
neither skinny nor plump
her rounded breasts jiggled, like piglets
fighting to suckle -
she sashayed
to Billie, on the radio
from the veranda
Sol smiled & sighed;
smoking Sobranies
(Angeline didn't like the smell, but he never complained
'bout the skunk she plumed in every room)
scuffin' his feet on the milkycoated floor
fond of his space; he lamented
dead-heading the latent coriander and basil
overgrown in second-hand Habitat terracotta pots.
& in his periphary; his lover danced
within wintered skin
& he searched for weak seams.
SkinTight
She has skin
and boney promise
classical capillaries
flow young, blood
and nerves co-exist
I fashion voodoo pins
out of nails
skin
and teeth
flash them
into blue-tear eyes
pretend to curse
- make her disappear
There is something unnerving
about mirrors & morning
she is blinded now
- perhaps for the best
braille is such a nice
way to feel
the need.
Ash
Angeline flicks her fag
out of the sash window
to Tib Street, below.
ash settles on her breast,
blown back by the sickly breeze.
She smears it black and grey,
preens chiaroscuro rings
around her nipples.
- She hates painted sex
the click of the door,
creak of old wooden stairs,
snap of the letter box,
and how the outer door slams-
shut,
Solotkin looks up,
to her window.
the street cleaner
hisses,
by his wearied form.
He sucks hard
on his pipe,
hawks a breath,
and lights his love
away-
Honorable mention
Adding your comment:
All these three skins should definitely be in the book. Very naughty, Gilly 
meal. Yum!!
and an extra: 
