Skin

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There is a lot hidden, under your skin.
Memories travel unbidden, under your skin.

What countries lie unmapped, unexplored, in wait,
Their languages in riddles, under your skin.

Their dried up oceans have now become heaps of sand,
Perhaps there are pearls hidden, under your skin.

Those sights and sounds and smells you remember so!
They have unsuspected triggers, under your skin.

The shadows that stay up nights, replaying yesterdays,
Their puppet master lives hidden, under your skin.

Sal, you ought to think, before you’re played again,
There is a world forbidden, under your skin.

This entry was published on May 19, 2015 at 16:02. It’s filed under Poetry and tagged , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Follow any comments here with the RSS feed for this post.

2 thoughts on “Skin

  1. Reblogged this on Kintsukuroi and commented:
    My favourite author strikes again!

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