Skin Song
Come to me wearing only night,
feeling only of skin, and singing.
Come now and wake me
before I have travelled too far,
before I have grown deaf from denial
and weak with the silence.
Sing anything. I only want to hear song
and feel skin and lie awake in the dark
at some small distance from the world.
All poems are written and copyrighted by Michael C. Rush.
None may be republished or repurposed without permission.