peeling

walking paradox,
that's what
you are. thick lines
of black smearing
innocent blue
windows to the soul.
baby skin inside
stretched polyester,
tender
heart
rough hands
rippling river-like laughter
painfully crude jokes
tight embraces,
angry silences
where are you
inside?
let's take shelter
peel off
the perimetres
perambulate
peacefully
find you
again