Innocence

My words put you at a loss for
words because they don't quite suit my eyes.
Flies
In those honey pots
of mine.
But I've got
such a flame in the soles
of the feet
of my soul
to pull at
the corners
of the sheets
of your skin.
With my skin.
With my naked, marble skin.
They are merely words that
can't mask the smell of
innocence.

Reviews

[Neville]

I think this has a lot of promise but it could do with a significant re-shuffling of words which would most likely make it more readable and therefore more globally review-able.... All Good things, N