from necessity i have turned from the mirror
to plummet into scripts and checkmarks;
i have bound myself in wool sweaters, thick socks -
to tame the skin that breathes heavy in deep sleep.
and winter was harsh: the thin-lined
academia that stuffed me in small attic libraries,
so that only slowly i could recognize the limbs
curled underneath a quiet body.
night loosened my clothes, the paper,
and i beat them down my legs,
and felt the beat in my living chest -
skin! with a dull glow it rouses through my dreams
and i wake, gently, to its presence imploring
my burdened consciousness,
its needs like a distant drum approaching -
my fingers heated like tiny flames.
the immediacy of my body claims me, a
faint pink blooms on new skin, opening limbs -
and, donned in nakedness, i stretch under its duress.
A contest entry
- Naked A Word Prompt by nevadapoet.
550 points, ended November 11, 2008, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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what a beautifuly peened piece, with amazing imagery for my mind to savor. EXCELLENT.
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Really lovely
On this winter's night thick socks and skin reveals it's presents imploring. Quite nice and most revealing. Very soft and intreging. Well done! -c
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