Naked Poetry

Dear Somebody,

Speak To Me— your voice is like a cure to me.

Cold and even with this breeze it ain’t worth it. But it’s worth the sweat and bronze burned shoulders. Poisonous sun. Aloe. My favorite part is watching it sink in. HER favorite part is watching the skin show itself out. I guess we all have interesting ways of ending our days. Some take swigs of coffee then go for a mighty run. Bask in the poetic frenzy that follows. Practice that concerto in your fingertips-- don’t you lose that beat! Breathe, baby, breathe. Practice beneficial doubt. I guess we all have ways of getting through our days. Some people embrace changes others form a stampede and drink. Some people drive stick shift ‘round corners of cliffs or stitch up spliffs. Some people take the doors off their cars. Wrangler, Jeeps. Barbie Reynold’s pink. You’re a lot like heating pink letting it cool mixing it with white and tossing into light-- I guess we all have different ways of expressing our DNA.

Lost in my own shoesI want to be grace So I listen to you move.

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