Pin the Day Upon Me
In this brief space stand we naked
Held to breast with clinging fingers
Shaped with feeling gived and given
Wanted or not, we do not singly move.
Glance upon our naked masks
Laugh inward at the outward play
Playing with the earnest hunger
Of a stalking wolf
Be pleased or not
A moment sliced in two
Strip veneers of weed strewn years
Away
With tears of laughters joy
Soaring without bounds
This broad expanding soul
Sometimes
Unrecognizable as our own
Pin the day upon me
Worn for all to see
Whatever else you do however,
Never let me be
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