Short Dermal Poems
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fine patterns of ridges on the skin are my subdermatoglyphic
the underlying dermal matrix performs this amazing trick
Bare back
Sweet dermal fells
Sublime landscape, rare traveled
Olympus, shamed soft, shapely, supple
Tender esses slide to warmer, wilder climes
Delightfully dimpled, seductively swayed
From tresses to recesses ...
Succulent.
An amateur with art in her veins,
A portrait and palette to design dreams and pains.
Serendipitous ideas flood the gates,
An obsession mushrooms as fate curates.
Rekindling old fondness,
Crafting nuance with skillfulness.
From canvas to clinic, the journey unfolds,
Exploring dermal maps with a finesse untold.
Dermal atrophy abated
Crows and creases toxified
Final look not contemplated
Alien just like you died
Flowers never reconstructed
Perfect beauty quickly fades
Aging process you obstructed
Mirror damaged thought invades
No way to see yourself again
Face frozen stare distorted
Looking back the joker grins
A novel look turned horrid
June 24, 2019
Remove the dead leaves
Peel off the old layers
Start all over when it all falls apart
Remove the medications
Peel off the dermal patches
Start all over when you have a broken heart
Retrace your steps
Pack your belongings in a case
Stop fighting all the good intentions
Retrace your roots
Pack your life into your bag
Stop wishing for the future, there is none.
Leprosy
Foolhardy blight that languishes in a musosal drop
Transmitted to the genetically predisposed
That causes dermal cells to mutate
With its tubercle relative to sympathize
Slow surface lesions manifest
And the host begins to realize
Its ancient punishment from the gods
Singled out to be excluded
In colonies for those alike
As microbacterium leprae proceeds to colonize
How I long for days of yore,
Young at heart with open door.
Wishful, bashful, silly grin;
Wearing smooth and silky skin.
Now the years have passed me by,
My wrinkled face makes me sigh.
Cream it, stretch it, make it tight;
Purely for reflective sight.
Thinking of those times to come,
When then I can't remember some.
And even though a dermal sin,
I'll pray for crinkled skin again.