men, poetry

Skin

In seeking

I found my monster

There in the mirror

We’ve fought to a

Standstill

And the love I wore

As armour held off

The worst of its blows

But my blood is cold

And I can’t feel my

Legs but kiss away

The worst of it

I will fight

Until we know another

And we won’t change places

Because here we stand

It has my eyes

My voice

And I have

The same

But if it escapes

And runs rampant

Then it will be

With me upon its back

Or within

It’s

Skin

 

 

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