Tuesday, 14 December 2010

The Body Issue

He slithers
through my door
sheathed
in cellophane
and there he lies
               naked
               rippling

his smile
whiter than
polar bears
in sunlight
his tanned
English skin
darker even
than the Carib
in my genes

he's glossy
and shimmering
made of nothing
but paper

the perfect
     beloved
        indeed

originally published in The Cadaverine

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