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.