The Skin You Don’t Know
By
Lisa A. Williams
Wear it gently-
Feel its unfamiliar
sheath-
Hold
the one it was born
to,
in all its keloidal
ache, and
need.
Savor timeless
brine
trickling down,
crimson faces
burnt by enduring
winds.
Wear it
until it molds to the
shape
of all it must
embrace.
Love it...wonderful imagery..."savor timeless brine" is brilliant as is "burnt by enduring winds".
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