Poem -

SKIN

SKIN

laid the kiss upon your alter

screaming silent fears swim in mirrors ,collected in broken piles of reflecting tears

a tight weaved rug seeks my eye

i ponder on its dull design

my life is in suicidal contemplation -yet senses seek a saviour

crucified colours now dance ,taunting a lover spread across the crushing wave

wild dogs howl ,there necks bald and tongues drip the sacred skin

i decide to scratch the marble arm

the word RAW Ā has asked me to balance

once you have taught the skin crazy

you never really accept the way the room stands square

1940's glass corset-strung on the modern leash

dusty alarms ache to sound the heavens psalm

morbid,brown caskets- where the images of the living cling to the finest photographic halls

must i take another captive breath

will peace always blow in the autumn madness

the skin climbs

the skin sleeps

it wakes a couple of times in darkness and on throne

spilling desperate pools of liquid across clean smiling shrouds

again the skin moves against the unwanted collisionĀ 

the skin awakes

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Lorris Morris

I enjoy reading this....great work here...Thank you....Terry

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