We are messy opposites,
in our various states of undress.
This un-tucked condition
allows promise to come
apart at the seams,
lies confirmed in graphic splendour.
Refusing to taint modesty
with formaldehyde kisses,
there can be no pretense here;
I stifle my gag reflex,
lips quivering.
You are more comfortable
allowing your skin to access mine,
than with its grotesque injustice.
You confess inadequacies,
and though the rhetoric
is convincing indeed,
your hollows betray you.
Oct 7, 2011
Oct 7, 2011 at 8:18 PM UTC
We are messy opposites,
in our various states of undress.
This un-tucked condition
allows promise to come
apart at the seams,
lies confirmed in graphic splendour.
Refusing to taint modesty
with formaldehyde kisses,
there can be no pretense here;
I stifle my gag reflex,
lips quivering.
You are more comfortable
allowing your skin to access mine,
than with its grotesque injustice.
You confess inadequacies,
and though the rhetoric
is convincing indeed,
your hollows betray you.
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