tossing petals <br />downwind <br />attracts wing hunters <br />thought of crums <br />from morning leftover <br /> <br />i keep to myself <br />words spoken <br />that you and me heard <br />rousing giggles beneath those palms <br />within unblinking eyes <br />of a raven <br /> <br />i loosen my laces <br />letting my shoes fall <br />feeling sharp stubs of grass <br />sending painful <br />stings to my brain <br /> <br />like those new manicured <br />fingernails <br />of yours <br />digging into my skin<br /><br />Manonton Dalan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/into-my-skin/
