Take off my clothes and rip them and burn them because I have worn them too long
An ode to nakedness
My blood do not want to be contained they want to flow- flow
over me, downwards me
They want to drip drip
to the soil beneath me
Like the waters in the sky
Like the waters of the sea
I want to splash myself to the dark soil that I love deeply
I want to go in it deeply before I lay in there for eternity
I need the time , I need a love story with it before I sink in for the final move.
But all these knots knitted by my fingers contain me
From all the bitterness outside and from all the bitterness inside
I feel the red, pink and dark and beige flesh of mine,it is tender.
More tender than my desires can handle.
My feelings weave layers and layers to contain me where my flesh can not remain.
I feel it, my soft squishy flesh is mostly made of the waters in the skies or waters in the seas
But I feel the barriers my fingers brought upon me
Woven over me, cutting my breath, and cutting off the bitterness of the wind
However, with the wind, we have a complicated friendship together
I am alone and sweaty without it.