Nudge upon my shoulders bare, 

Poke, slap, pinch, hit and tear. 

Dig upon the cracked wet note, 

Of solitude the crease evokes. 

Bite and prod, the flesh does pull, 

Caress to stroke a gripping handful. 

Softly lick a juicy bite, 

Of jarring hatred in the slight. 

In the night I wake and stare, 

Gasp and pant and tickle the air. 

The air upon the paper thin, 

The blotched and blemished worn soft skin. 

Translucent touch sees beyond, 

The opaque surface, the powerful 

Blonde women’s flesh, 

Pucker and stretch, 

Crumpled, suppressed. 

Elastic nature, violet veins, 

Crimson lips mask the pain.