Skin Poem

I like this a lot, but I felt that some off the lines weren't finished, because they jump to the next line. I learned here from Nina (Inkdragon) that it's best to finish a line, and not worry about spacing. So here is my take, please don't be offended it's only my suggestion. "Touch does not Wash off. Fingerprints and kisses leave glistening traces and become part of a fluid mosaic surface, By now, every inch of me is coated with contact. I am wearing a dress of touches So tight, they had to pour me into it. Someone undress me, Please!" I took out some words to leave some space for the imagination! Sweetie it's your poem, and if your happy with it, then please don't let me get in your way. "Now, here I am putting my dirty little fingers on your poem, the price of beauty or is it fascination?" Thanks always, Eddie

I just found I was captivated by the magic and the creativity demonstrated here. .Words of love, without being maudlin.Unique!

Another beauty of a poem...your authenticity is striking, Shells. ~A "If you have come to help me, you are wasting your time. But if you have come because your liberation is wound up in mine, then let us work together." Aboriginal Activist Group, Queensland, 1970's

galvanized liquid stroking with the magnet that draws the cool moisture standing on warm earth while the grass recieves the annointing music of the falls pulled from the mists the thousand feet racing like clear jewel thoughts their sheen glistening translucent glaze strutting on eyelash caressing each fine hair on weaving forearms fingers stretching to catch each tiny drink that undresses in the glean of transfusion (you have made a magnificent poem and this is my reaction but to echo the intensity )

Oh cocooned chrysallis of a maiden in distress an whom would you like to undress you? Those touches are beautifully sticky and you find it hard to walk along in life dressed like that! Strange stickiness, love Ann of Norway

end with a bang of course Persona Person per centage I remember reading poems and not getting half of them then reading the stories about the authors which led me to read further all the many traces one leaves in letters associations Like your fingerprints the residue you speak of We are drenched in memories that leak from us in dreams whispering from our roused lips entranced the dialogue of mystery (my Lori dreams and speaks much..spooks me the voices) it is like our skin cloaking us like the treated hides of old which when treated with love and care and sewn tight with craftsmenship were very soft and warm Not the rude caveman images of some anyway Im wandering always a great read your poems and then the delve of your comments to learn more about the Poetess which Neo allows us to be we are Poet and Person