Skin


Beyond the skin of theory
lies the blush of a setting sun.

I'm tired of concrete flowers and
carefully arranged stone angels
chanting out old songs
from broken lutes.

I have an untouched wilderness
still longing.

Grace is soul-deep
and the ocean is jealous.
© Stephen Roberts

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