[ linen skin ]

I didn’t mean to pick
at the threads of you
unraveling you
undoing you.
I didn’t mean to get
under the skin of you
itching you
invading you.
I didn’t think it’d get to you
underneath the linen skin of you
tarnished
tainted
twisted
torn
and tattered.
I didn’t mean to take
the simple from your ways
and meld it in my own unworthy style.
But now your linen skin
is stained from within
and scars hide what truly lies below.
Cleaning’s overrated
we left the bed sheets jaded
lust is such a stubborn spot to slay.