Friday, August 6, 2010

I love pale skin

Frail imperiled
Hitherto unheralded limbs
Delicate and drowsy
Pasty and blousy
Marked by hair and mole
And insistent red cell
Eager beneath translucent sheath
Icy bone
            Hungry for heat.

A fruit you want
Ripe and red
Ready to rot at a moment’s hesitation -
True there is joy in suppuration
But it shouldn’t be too easy.

I can be the sun that warms you
I can burn knowing
            Onto your surface
Coax the stone from your flesh
And ready you           
                        To bloom.

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