Stitched soft skin

To cover the planes

Ripening chest’s breaths,
Needles prickly

As they pierce that gliding skin

But the stuters are needed

To live

Or so you say,
Scraped bloody wine

Over my legs

As nakedness covered

Your bruises’ decadent spread,
Sat waiting for intruders

With legs parted

Between starved eyes’

Deluded hunger,
Counted the freckles on 

Healing skin

Having remembered pen’s 

Christening  glint

As it had dotted humanity

All over me,
Dangly legs waiting

For your delicate touch

As you sew soft string between my thighs

And hoist drooping head

To present the world

With your high-strung


To praise and adore.

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