Skin Poem by Anthony Dawson

Skin



Cream laden valleys
Antarctic canyons and elevations
Whitest milk from the greenest fields;
Impossible neutrality

Her fingers touch only scented souls
Caressing the forests which protect the legs,
Legs entwined as the flowers of passion
Life comes from the salted sea,
A sea which oozes from our skin

The novice he is with her
Rocked steadily as eyes close
A mother is now with him
A mother is in her

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Anthony Dawson

Anthony Dawson

Camperdown, Sydney
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