If You Do Not Wish To See Me Naked Avert Your Eyes Now
I enjoy walking in the rain,
I enjoy wet
much like men do, yet do not love it
sorry mother- I’m being vulgar again- avert
your eyes now, dear sweet innocent thing
for I did not come from rain but pure man-made sunshine, yes?
The cogs and bolts of it all, no cinnamon red
just the grey, in which you dressed yourself.
Copyright © Tabitha Hollis | Year Posted 2012
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