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Gift Wrapping: A poem by Phillip for Skylee
Less skin than most covers her 5-foot frame
Warm to the touch, a living thing
Wrapping what is and what might become
From impassioned birth to her burial drum
That there’s a God who approves our love
Her skin confirms in every square inch
Salty glands cool our touch
A thousand nerve endings to feel as much
When we press our mass into mass
I pound against her unblemished wrap
Perfect packaging for fine cuts of meat
Oh God, her gift wrap! So salty and sweet!
Warm to the touch, a living thing
Wrapping what is and what might become
From impassioned birth to her burial drum
That there’s a God who approves our love
Her skin confirms in every square inch
Salty glands cool our touch
A thousand nerve endings to feel as much
When we press our mass into mass
I pound against her unblemished wrap
Perfect packaging for fine cuts of meat
Oh God, her gift wrap! So salty and sweet!
Published 6th Apr 2020
Author's Note
This poem reveals Phillip's almost religious appreciation for Skylee's young skin mixed with his basest desires.
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7th Apr 2020 4:04am
7th Apr 2020 4:14am
Thanks for reading. Enjoyed writing and thinking about skin.
Went down a longer rabbit hole today writing The Death of Me as I imagined Skylee and her mom four years later. I must be sick because I enjoyed it. Not really a poem but lots of imagery so I posted it there.
Went down a longer rabbit hole today writing The Death of Me as I imagined Skylee and her mom four years later. I must be sick because I enjoyed it. Not really a poem but lots of imagery so I posted it there.
23rd Apr 2020 10:19am
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