After School Sins.
losing sleep,
losing dreams,
feeling fingers slip between,
the jeans,
the sheets,
the milk white skin
calling out
to come within
feeling lungs
feeling hearts
pumping quickly
beating hard
and closing eyes
to let it go
sharp edges soften
arms fall to sides
skin becomes flourescent,
bright,
unnatural.
cover your sins,
with skirts and pants.
Copyright © Lisa Barton | Year Posted 2006
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