I found love on Naked Attraction
Between the arse crack of a stranger. See,
The faintest glint of destiny
Unhindered by our clothes.
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The pattern wrapped ‘round her upper thigh
She has dedicated to Mum’s mortality.
The heart-shaped human tragedy
Inked on tender skin.
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The patterns etched ‘round her hardened wrist
She has no choice but to keep them now
And take each glance and furrowed brow
In rediscovered stride.
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They say that she’s wearing nothing, but
She scratches at the fabric
Of the overcoat that’s woven
From insecurities.
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My civilised brain tells me that I
Should protect this injured modesty.
But I’m taken by the honesty
In everything I see.
Uncultured Review 