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the skin game-

with eyes that open wide,

and hands that love to grab,

these arms that long to hold,

your heart that understands-

this boy i am, i can,

imagine, you

instead, of all that ever was,

or that has been-

with incomplete yearnings,

and observations of a reality, that is love,

i stand here learning,

if ever there was time,

for me to try, let it be now,

as inside i die,

the death that was meant,

for the hopeless romantic-

let this breath of me, never be,

as it escapes itself, from the depth,

of my chest, where the deepest, darkest emotions,

allow me to connect, to the only thing

that can defy itself, in me-

be still, my tortured heart,

so desperate, twice faced,

and eager to turn your back,

on demands, beyond the control,

of your mortal remains-

the rules you have abided by,

for all your life, have changed

with every breath you take,

you seek to make, the destiny of men

a luxury, that can be your purpose to defend-

in this skin game,

let freedom be your tool,

to examine others through,

let silence be your words,

as willingness and passion,

can be felt in the softest of gestures,

that require no whispers-

allow all that would transpire,

in flames we call desire,

persist like the burning,

that is kindling for our fire-

what warmth we partake,

in each falling star gaze,

will lift our spirits, and remind us,

of how we shall remain-

perfect now, to each other,

in this skin game, of flesh, undiscovered,

i carry you and you sleep within me,

our dreams have crossed paths,

in an ethereal sacred slumber-

may i keep you ever,

to provide me with comfort*