stolen poems
Monday, December 19, 2011
NAKED
We are mapped
in stitched flesh,
ragged sighs.
The naked
know the way.
Learning love's fierce art,
the naked walk
the blood trail
in silence
to the heart.
- Ivan M. Granger
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