Thursday, 17 October 2013


Repulsive layers of hoary skin,
days old on my body
full of sweat and sin,
matched by the lewd grubby stubble on my chin.
Loosely layered filth on my sheets
which grip me like a drug
and fester where the flesh eats
my former self obsolete.

I ascend.

The dirt from my bristly past descends down the drain,
icy water pours and devours me,
heavenly bites like an angel's unrestrained passion—
a startlingly strong baptism
penetrating my pores.
Resplendent layer of unspoilt skin
I am born;
I am youth.

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