SKIN

mikimoondancer said:
Niche

I know the skin of that place
just beneath his clavicle
Where the soft
Pheremone scent lingers
Like a welcome
The safest place I've known
Wet or dry
A haven of right
In this crazy world
Where I can rest my head
And feel his arm wrapped around me
The warmth a comfort
His heartbeat beneath restoring my calm
Home is there
Surely if it's anywhere


Mi Amor that was beautiful

ID

Cycle one:
Two cups detergent
25 years
Hang up the skeleton
Add scar tissue for softener

Cycle two:
Do not dry
Do not dry
Do not dry
This skin is already too tight around the legs

Cycle three:
Hang out to weather
Clip shoulder to shoulder
Tell yourself you’re not tearing

Cycle four:
Shake out
Too many memories makes it heavy
Bring it in
Inspect for damage
Find fight colors marring the forearms

Place on bed
Lay it out
Head on pillow
Start at feet
Fold to knees
Ignore the gritty prayers imbedded there.
Continue up.
Pack away.

Move naked
Try to escape with a suitcase excuse
Marrow disguise
Sinew persuasion
To somewhere new
To somewhere clean
To away away away.

Arrive.

Unpack.
Unfold.
Slip in
Slip on.

Watch this skin sag on your bones.

Thank you, Lee, for a fine entry.

The shine is gone,the heart is shattered
The soul is misery torn
Thoughts and wishes,regrets and grudges
The lover sits withdrawn

His memories hurt,he wants them away
He is tired he wants them gone
They flee but there is no where to go
Back to him they return

He drifts away into a world of thoughts
To days when all was bliss
But now it has been swept by the wind
He wonders how it came to this

Teardrops he stops for a moment to breathe
He feels so empty within
The only thing left of what he once adored
Is the fading tattoo on his skin

Fine entry, Dusty, thank you

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I Can’t Wait For Spring

I can’t wait for spring
When everything is clean
When I bath in the morning
I crack open a window
To hear the birds sing
And feel the fresh breeze
Caress my skin
Ever so gently

Thank you for a fine entry, Buck

it is my eyes
that tell me
you look beutifull
but my mind
insists
on knowing
what lays beneath
the chemicals
that hang off your skin

it can oppress
and kill you
it comes in many shades
but is often only seen as two
by those who use it
to cause division
in the name of profit, politics
and religion
but people are waking up
and a revolution is upon us
join hands and lets end
skins social injustice!

Thank you, Drone and Hardallover for nice entries.

I am sorry, but there really isn't much I can say
Other than you've been with me forever and a day
You are my protector, yet you show my shame
Whenever things go wrong, it is you I maim

I am sorry that I hide behind you
and I take for granted all the things that you do
and when things get rough, I attack you until you scar
I've never liked you from the start; isn't that bizarre

I am sorry for the lack of respect
You should have been pampered, softly; kept moist and wet
But instead I starved you, stretched you, and left you raw
At least I've kept you hidden, for the most part, no one ever saw

I am sorry for ignoring you, that is for sure
taking advantage of every nook, cranny, and pore
And especially for not celebrating your dark hue
They tell me it was because my father was Italian; but I never knew

I am sorry for not trying harder to help you fit in
instead of being okay with your shape; that was a sin
It really was a shame for you and I
But I will admit, I never really did try

I am sorry for tormenting you with falls and slaps
and never getting enough nutrition or naps
Everything you are is not because of my care
I barely could keep you out of the cold or trim your hair

I am sorry for choosing to cut into you
when all I had to do was love you through and through
Everything would have come into place
I should thank you for at least giving me a pretty face

I am sorry that I almost died
and that I never told the doctors the truth that day I lied
Instead, I chose the quickest way to find a mate
When all I had to do was love the skin I was in, to get a date

I am sorry skin, you are my most faithful protector and friend
you continue to grow and inspire the best of me and allow me to bend
I vow to take better care of you and caress you every night
Instead of taking advantage of you, which just isn't right

im caught staring as the sun illuminates your skin
gold around the edges turning you into something priceless
as if you weren't already
you smile and your lips are soft
nice to the touch and perfect

scars and old wounds are scattered across your surface
memories of fights, falls, and your own pain.
ill kiss them all, you precious boy, make them better
because however painful they are they paint your story across your skin
and your story is always beautiful to me

i see the beauty of your soul reflected in your looks.
your gentle nature in your smile, your love in your eyes
the lovliness of your kindness makes you glow
and i believe that whoever said "beauty is only skin deep"
never met someone whos and wonderful as their looks
someone like you

Stop
Killin
In the
Name of skin

Stop
Killin
In the
Name of Sin

As a collective we say beauty is only skin deep
but were too objective and it makes beautiful minds feel weak
with unusual thoughts of envy. Making themselves unhealthy
Modeling themselves only after the wealthy.
Two children on the block who should be friendly
but all they see is difference and that means enemy!
We fight and rip apart our own skin
As we fall apart we start thinkin' and hopin'
that we will all at once realize
we all need to share the air in the skies and accept where our home is
and hold by the hand and feel the skin of a fellow human and understand the physically and mentally homeless.

Stop
Killin
In the
Name of skin

Stop
Killin
In the
Name of Sin

Thank you, Primo, Little and Austin for great entries!