Skin Scorching

Skin scorching

My imagination
Chooses you
Squirmin' to the Stones,

You close your eyes
And melt
Into your soulcase.
...
The poetry of you,
The landscape of your line
and the skin that reveals it,
Taut and fitting

You seem to have grown from
my dreams,
I am the canvas you are painted on.
Run away
With my mind...

Published April 24, 2010