Under My Skin
her warmth seeping in
still I fight
what's changing me
wrapped up
in something
more
than birds singing
sun rising
fresh morning
and being free to
blast away
in a blaze of glory
yet I trickle
down her cheek
one tear drop
in an endless sea
softly slowly silently
a subtle sigh in the night
I don't want to tie down
what I don't want
tying me down
but I will
liberate what
sets me free
I know
damn, I know
I'm melting
fire is creeping in
somehow I let her
under my skin
Copyright © Steven Young | Year Posted 2023
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