Clothed

Member since 2004 · Posted 29 Mar 2006 · 1 comment

This ode to nakedness Runs off my back And into your tapestry Where colors flow again Like your shadowed locks And your skin It seldom floats Your reflection for Oil on water makes No difference to me But if the clothes Of your inflection show I'll never be alone again

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