Onion skin

Dit gedicht gaat over de lagen in ons lichaam die ons beschermen, liefs Krage

Under your onion peel
if you let me in
your eyes sting
when skinning get’s real
I would float like water
to wash away the pins
of losing cover
to a strangers skin

close to your warm core
if you let me under
far away from thunder
the outher leaves are sore
and fall such as in autumn
room for new flower buds
all I feel is warmth
all your layers around us

if you let me
if I stay under


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