Flesh
It’s imperative we keep flesh intact
We don’t want perforations, abrasions
Or undue irritations marring it.
We also want to guard coloration
Of whatever hue hones to its nature,
The smallest capillaries must breathe free.
When a breeze fans it, we love the perk up
When flesh grazes it, we love the perk up
The heat or cold of curiosity.
It’s imperative we keep flesh intact.
Painters, if they ever make the come back
Might plumb flesh, flush out commonality,
Poets, if they ever make the come back
Might suture flesh, restore integrity.
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