Blue skies
You are new,
heading north,
flying your own blue.
Migrating, escaping,
burning fresh freckles
under the sun,
with your pink tongue,
luring the truth
out of the world -
how it moulded your face,
decided your skin,
how it slapped out you name.
You are unfolding,
becoming your shape,
your erotic make.
You begin now.
Put on your eyes,
tell us fresh lies.
Bollocks to the coop.
By NMcD
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