Skin Of My Soul Poem by Zyw Zywa

Skin Of My Soul



In the pond, I warm myself by the sun
like a prince to be kissed

a girl dances water lilies
around me, her mirror dress
touches me for a moment

Would her lips only bend to me
to lick the salt from my skin
and the skin from my soul

then I would fly magic butterflies
down to her toes, would I anoint
and crown her, wallow in her -

seeds around us, so light
that they don't cast shadows

Thursday, January 23, 2020
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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Collection "The Big Secret"
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