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I want to peel his skin back, and eat it like the meat of a grape

In the cool light,
I want to peel his skin back
And eat it like the meat of a grape

In the heat summer,
I’m painted, red as Cardinal
And stuffed full of Sparrow’s ecstasy

At the summit of hysteria
He holds me by the sinew
And bends it till I break

Numb on the skin’s landing -
Head had me like a dog
Trodden on the fiber of loving
I'm stuck on the wheel of pain-killing

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Daniel Henry Rodgers Date: 4/19/2024 5:31:00 AM Dear Catherine, What a raw exploration of desire and pain, expressed in evocative imagery. The scenes of wanting to peel his skin back like the meat of a grape juxtaposed with the sensations of summer heat and ecstasy create a visceral experience for the reader. Also, the imagery of being held by sinew until breaking and the following numbness is haunting, conveying a sense of vulnerability and entrapment. Your words evoke a profound longing and the complexities of love and suffering. Catherine, this is a deeply emotive piece—it covers the depths of human experience. Blessings, Daniel Login to Reply