The skin takes colours after middle age,
an elbow flakes, one ankle always raw,
a shoulder wart, sebaceous stains on backs.
We think we’ll pulse an innocent energy outwards,
a warmth from the heart, a skin cleanser,
but think of some sin of years before
and whisper, ‘May I not be spiritually deformed!’
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