Poetry

Bare skin

 


April 18, 2006
iranian.com

The touch of your hand on my face

Makes me wanna close my eyes

I feel the warmth of your brace

Just like that of a sunrise.

Your hand on the arch of my back

Gives my body a flawless form

I now feel that I nothing lack

Possessing the purity of a newborn.

The outline of your shoulders is like art

The drop of your eyes contain the ocean

You care with an unconditional heart

Giving love a whole new notion.

You bring out a certain vulnerability

That only you and I share

You have taught me how to feel and see

By touching my skin that is now bare.

 

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