Tuesday, June 12, 2012

I pull back all of the layers.
the bravado,
the talk,
the words.

Stripped back
- red raw -
pared down,
to what is innate,
what I know to be true.

And you.
Your name-
written in to me, 
over and over.
Written on my body,
naked of pretence,
your letters are etched in to my soul.

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