You crossed my mind
and I felt it
like a laser beam
traversing a brace of genitals
turning all things
the cool colour of skin
and then it starts –
someplace down the tracks
where a ghost crosses over -
like seventy-seven pages
of the book of noise
and I think it’s almost criminal
what your skin does to mine
You speak to me in patterns
then, before you cross the street
you turn your head
look right, look left
look under your skin
chew your lower lip
brush your hand down your pants
up under your shirt
to find a ball of belly-lint
and by chance
yes, quite by chance
dawdle there
then look up
to find
me
watching
you
Skin
©crisstiena




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I love it. How could I not, considering the source? You are such a talent to behold, my dear Friend. Thank you for sharing your gift with us. Good luck in Kathleen's contest, Sweetie. Happy holidays to you & yours.

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