1. 15:04 31st Aug 2010

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    Tags: my poetry

    ice breakers

    Do my eyes look red to you? Here, touch my shoulder - is it stiff? Do you think these marks on my knees, are they from kneeling for too long? Your fingertips, the slightest touch, the flick of flesh and fingernails feathering feels like absolution: look at me, look through the skin layers and the platelets and the membranes and nuclei and read the secrets written on the inside of my organs, resting in my stomach, inching up my esophagus, tiptoeing around the base of my throat. See me, love me, accept me. Press your hand to my lower back and feel the stiffness dissolve, see the redness in a different light, give the knees butterfly kisses like on a child’s nose. Just a touch, like just a drop of sweat in your eyes or a paper cut under your nail, starts feeling and fire in this little body.

     
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