softly

he said be the bird

immediately i felt

feathers on my skin

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he says be the bird

immediately i feel

feathers on my skin

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Q: which feels more immediate ?

me bee you love

when me love every

aspect of me under sun

me glow under skin

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knitting patterns

again uncurling

dull pain

from skein

pulling it

on over my skin

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1000 flowers

lightest butterflies

the sacred dark night settles

petals on lips, skin…

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skins

underneath it all

we’re all one colour : truth lies

in colours of dirt

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lingerie over skin

silk fabric slip-slides

cloudy-egg white with tulle edge

like warm sheet of oil

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lighthouse

appreciate me

touch me not my skin my glow

a torch from within

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ripening

tell me i’m wanted

with steady eyes radient

with clear-skinned desire

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skin

has torn

as i’ve grown

once,

twice;

worn

as womanhood

loves

stretches

marks

me

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star fishing

broken moon hung on

lake skin moody cloud rubbed in

fails to smooth old wounds

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