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
Thighs tighten in this new skin
covered in your words of ignorant, offendible breath.