Sunday, February 13, 2011



line of skin




I bare my body,
offer every flawed 
line of skin 
to you


my heart is young, 
I bite my palmed 
confession of desire,
begging countenance 
for these unwanted
imperfections






Poem ©2011 by R. Burnett Baker 
Photo ©2002-2011 www.egon-schielle.net 
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8 comments:

  1. kaykualaFebruary 13, 2011 at 8:36 PM

    Rick,
    A beautiful take on an unique image. It drew lots of imaginations upon reading. And thanks for visiting my blog.

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  2. Arian TejanoFebruary 14, 2011 at 1:00 AM

    a grostesque tenderness

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  3. Brian MillerFebruary 14, 2011 at 3:38 AM

    we all are flawed...in some way...

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  4. stevenFebruary 14, 2011 at 3:44 AM

    it's the flaws that draw us closer. steven

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  5. SuzFebruary 14, 2011 at 5:44 AM

    An interesting drawing Rick
    but you gave it life
    with your poem of love
    To offer ourselves
    is a gift...and yes it is the flaws
    that find the other piece of the puzzle to create a perfect fit
    my motto has always been...sleep naked

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  6. Vicki LaneFebruary 14, 2011 at 5:52 PM

    Very nice -- and all too true.

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  7. Hyde Park Poetry PalaceFebruary 18, 2011 at 7:08 AM

    great...
    powerful writing.

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  8. MargaretFebruary 27, 2011 at 9:48 PM

    Really enjoyed this.

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