SECOND SKIN

SECOND SKIN

A Poem by Butch Decatoria

I find sleep quite amiable
less resistant
after touching timpani and tiger
prowls
the other wilderness
that is yours
and my undoing
after we have done did the climbing
second skins held close
with tender cooing
the miasma of life's
howling
bowdlerizing
the sensations of our
everyday heaven
I find sleep more pliable
after a swim
in you
and I taste myself
in the salt of our comingling
skin
swathed in mouths
and prim
rose
fragrant waterfalls
thunderclouds
and rain
in the aftermath
of the climatic victory
within and about
our dance of skin
I am washed away
a tiny death
a cry to heaven
I am naked
when you're not clothed on me
how strange to need
you to swim
I find dreams much better
aloft
my second skin...

© 2016 Butch Decatoria


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Added on January 10, 2016
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Butch Decatoria
Butch Decatoria

Las Vegas, NV



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