Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

when i get there
i let all the air
out of my body
city slime comes right off

road gets narrower
the sweetness
slowly
rising in a small motion to meet the next
curve
the darkness hugs me in a quiet way

i knew that the sound
would come
your touch
like angels
mercy
nothing can hide from
this truth
perspectives melt
the diiferences seem to gauage
intimacy
reveals a thinner skin

Enjoyed the poem & theme. typo = differences.