i stripped away every
artical of clothing
- plucked from my ribs
a heavy sigh.
i left myself raw,
open and aching
no walls to bar,
nor shadows left
to hide behind.
i stood before you
each vein
like atlas scores,
a map with all lines leading
between steady thighs,
within sodden lips
home - where my last
innocence lies.
- rohe
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