Tripping paranoia
don’t let her see
i’m lost here
words tucked under my tongue
i look for her but
she moves away toward
a hand on the back of my neck
warm fingers search
for art brought up alone
holding self, exposing only the thicker
skin this complex enigma
alone i am in love
so wonderfully beautiful
i am unveiled words
nude like a graceful body
with a scar that travels forever
flowing, going deep
under my skin
you pry me open
when i meet you in
your big brown eyes i see
restless intricate mist cowering
in the corner of a brilliant mind
don’t let her see
copyright JANE ‘1/06
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