THE EYE OF SKIN

the eye of skin
the body of egg
the land of green
the pebble in my hand

the flower of you
the center of my desire
the burning words of light
the pebble in my hand

trees drink light today
the sky is a simple painting
people walk as they always do
the pebble in my hand

the breeze brings me a taste of Spring
from the land of green – last summer
I feel like an egg both fragile and strong
the pebble in my hand

my skin can see you
like the flower knows the bee
the center of the world
the pebble in my hand

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[Picture: Butter Woman, the Paper Bird & the Eye of Skin, Summer Man & Pebble, and the Burning Night by reading_is_dangerous]