Sunday, March 31, 2013

sweater weather

leave your marks upon my skin
in places I forgot I still had
touch my curves and kiss my limbs
remind me where I really am.
take my wrists and place my hands
onto holds I cannot see
i'll lift my legs and wait for you
hands raised, to catch me.
force me to look into the mirror
and see who I can be
coax me gently with honest words
I'll try my hardest to find the best me.

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