Committed Skin
I crave committed
skin. Pale, pink tones
of a fragile heart.
Silky strands tantalize.
.
Forest of words
– thoughts, forcing
forward movement
careful continuation of
.
soft, subtle actions.
Reassurances
given, refusing
to provide any more until…
.
absolutely sure,
when our surfaces
eventually meet
– rub together in love-making,
.
no other skin will suit.
.
Frances Macaulay Forde © 2003
1st pub: ‘Hidden Capacity ~ a poet’s journey’ MMB Publishing, Ireland, 2003.






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