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Bathing

Bottled

Yndia Pittman

Under the surface
           So close to being seen
                       Too far from being cared about
 
You never saw past the first layer of skin
           Never wanted to see what was underneath
                      But never wanted it to be hidden from your sight.
 
I rub your presence from my body
           Ridding of the taint you leave behind
                      Soothing myself with gentler hands
 
The heat dries me
           Reminding me that I shouldn’t need you to make my skin glow
                      ​Then the clouds return
                                    I rely on a towel to finish what the sun promised to do
 
Always having to return
           The water reminds me
                      I’m too weak to say no to you
                                   Why do you have to be a perfume that
                                                stains my person but disintegrates easily in water
 
 
I still crave your touch
           But I don’t want to deal with hating myself
                      There are consequences to being in love
                                   ​Especially with a person who thinks love is between my thighs
 
 
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