Five Days Of Poetry — Shorter Poems
you undress me slowly
unwrap the layers
of bandages
that cover the wounds of
my self-consciousness
until at last
i am naked
under your feathery fingertips
and the softness of your warm lips
that transform age
into youth
and the trembling
of my soul
into a summer flower
finding its way to bloom
unwrap the layers
of bandages
that cover the wounds of
my self-consciousness
until at last
i am naked
under your feathery fingertips
and the softness of your warm lips
that transform age
into youth
and the trembling
of my soul
into a summer flower
finding its way to bloom
