Skin
written by: the hairy bum welder
She walks amongst my dreams
Wanders the sands
of my
soul
Within the wilderness
of my forgotten
Memories
Her contours
her shape
mirroring the goddess
Aphrodite
herself
Tattooing her mind
upon my
soul
Clenching
the scythe of the
Reaper
The grim atrocities
upon it
Cleansed
within her pure
Palms
She slices pierces
my heart
hallowed anointed
steel
setting free
my sins
within a lifetime
of memories
Feeling her skin upon me
her warmth
dissipating my life’s horrors
embraced
caressed
within her arms
Listening to the beat of her
pure heart
I'm a 53-year-old welder/fabricator with a passion for poetry. I live near Cambridge, in the UK. I've suffered from anxiety for years, poetry helps. Sometimes I can't even remember writing when the anxiety is that bad. I think did I really write that?? A lot of my poetry I don't name, I hope it relates to people and their personal thoughts as it does mine, so they can choose to name it personal to them. I also have a page on Facebook, 'Poetry by the hairy bum welder.'
Latest posts by The hairy bum welder (see all)
- Skin - June 19, 2026
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