Between Clothes and Skin
15 Sep 2010 Leave a Comment
in Poems Tags: Desire, Space Between, Tracy Chapman
In that space between
Clothes and skin
Desire boils, blooms
And simmers in its place.
Clothes and skin
Shed like rust
In a chemical bath
When we stand too close.
Shed like rust
Beneath the sand
And stand behind
The crumbling sand castles.
Beneath the sand
You walk halfway
And drive the rest
Running, until empty.
You walk halfway
and run the risk
Before we change our minds
And lose our way among the thicket of lies.
And run the rest
Let the record play
As we pause for breath
In that space between.
“You write the words and make believe, There is truth in the space between; Sometimes a lie, is the best thing.”
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