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In My Skin
by Joe CramerMy skin screamed out in its depravation
Somewhere in sotto voce
Wanting to be touched, to be held
To be caressed without reservation
I long just to hold you, someone, anyone.
Such a gentle touch that I so long for
While my skin simply crawls in its loss. 10/02/2006 Posted on 10/02/2006
Copyright © 2025 Joe Cramer
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kyle Anne Kish on 10/02/06 at 05:56 PM "While my skin simply crawls in its loss." ... super punch line for the end of this poem. You grabbed me by the wrist and pulled me right in, Joe. |
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