Revision 2: Thank you Chris.
Naked as a whisper,
like a confession
you strain to catch—
secrets scraped
from the skin beneath
her nails, the red
stippling across her shoulders.
Caught unaware
like being handed a nightmare
test you forgot,
in the class
you didn’t attend,
realizing that you aren’t
wearing clothes.
It’s the exposure
punctuated by flies
on the dying
grass. A smile turned
feral, leaving tiny kisses
on her skin,
to be uncovered
by my hands.
~~~
Revision
Naked as a whisper
a confession
you strain to catch—
secrets scraped
from the skin beneath
her nails, the red
stippling across the shoulders.
Caught unaware
like with a nightmare test
you forgot,
in the class
you didn’t attend,
noticing that you aren’t
wearing clothes.
It’s the exposure
punctuated by flies
on the dying
grass. A smile turned
feral leaving
tiny kisses on the skin,
to be uncovered
by my hands.
~~~
Original
Naked as a whisper
a confession
you strain to catch—
secrets scraped
from the skin beneath
her nails, the red
stippling across the shoulders.
Found behind the school
laid bare
like that nightmare test
you forgot
in the class
you didn’t attend,
noticing that you aren’t
wearing clothes
It’s the exposure
punctuated by flies
on the dying
grass. A smile turned
feral leaving
tiny kisses on the skin
to be uncovered
by my hands.
Naked as a whisper,
like a confession
you strain to catch—
secrets scraped
from the skin beneath
her nails, the red
stippling across her shoulders.
Caught unaware
like being handed a nightmare
test you forgot,
in the class
you didn’t attend,
realizing that you aren’t
wearing clothes.
It’s the exposure
punctuated by flies
on the dying
grass. A smile turned
feral, leaving tiny kisses
on her skin,
to be uncovered
by my hands.
~~~
Revision
Naked as a whisper
a confession
you strain to catch—
secrets scraped
from the skin beneath
her nails, the red
stippling across the shoulders.
Caught unaware
like with a nightmare test
you forgot,
in the class
you didn’t attend,
noticing that you aren’t
wearing clothes.
It’s the exposure
punctuated by flies
on the dying
grass. A smile turned
feral leaving
tiny kisses on the skin,
to be uncovered
by my hands.
~~~
Original
Naked as a whisper
a confession
you strain to catch—
secrets scraped
from the skin beneath
her nails, the red
stippling across the shoulders.
Found behind the school
laid bare
like that nightmare test
you forgot
in the class
you didn’t attend,
noticing that you aren’t
wearing clothes
It’s the exposure
punctuated by flies
on the dying
grass. A smile turned
feral leaving
tiny kisses on the skin
to be uncovered
by my hands.
The secret of poetry is cruelty.--Jon Anderson