Skin

I want to breathe air
Into your mouth
And down into your lungs.

I see your wife--
I see the knife--
And other cruelties done

Deterred, I’m not.
Afraid, I’m not.
I still know what I want:

To turn the universal key,
To flee this jaded cell!
And once again sense novelty--
Even if it’s hell.

Reviews

[Black]

That is nice,
the last paragraph is stronger then the one before,
the flow changes to much in the poem
but its still nice :)