second skin

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second skin

honey-flavored,

her love cloying,

too sweet to be savored,

leaving a tainted aftertaste.

once flower-delicate,

now glue-ish --

white stickiness

clinging to him.

in time drying clear --

a second skin.

taking a layer with it

when he peels it away,

no matter how carefully.

--Cassandra Lowery

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