Wash me with your words

Drench me in the cold of your honesty,

And let the downpour sting upon my face.

Let those words rinse my hair of all the secrets

Shake the kisses, wishes, and culture of the deepest 

Let thy words be my baptism,

Soap me down and bubble me up

Help me rebirth into this new skin.


Pour down my chin,

slip onto my neck



nearing my coupling breasts

Sink into my bossom, the breath of your beck. 

Posses my skin.


Bumps, hairs rise fast

Fall faster.

Quick breath.



Thighs tighten in this new skin 

covered in your words of ignorant, offendible breath. 


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