why are extras extra?


It's Not The Skin That Your In

That holds me...
It's that skin we rub together
As we contemplate
The breakfast table.

I insist on fruit each morning
I love to strawberry my mouth to seeds as
You adore the coffee strong
And then declare the "epa!"
About last night-
The pretend fight and the dancing
Followed by the first intertwining of
Shy minds that cannot hurry up.

It's not your skin I want...
I can feel your soul
As you hold me
The skin is just an extra.








Poetry by jenks The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2009-04-22 at 04:28

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Aww such a nice feeling this romantic little poem has linda, nothing like skin on skin, but the little extra things are what is called, truly living.

Smiling at you

Tai
2009-04-22