On the Question of Context
Saturday, March 30, 2013
Your Skin
The thread is
Through me, through you
Weaving beauty with pain
My skin warm as a blanket
Sings your name, sewn into
My skin, your skin
Into and within
This house
Is so empty
Tonight
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