Inner
lining unseen
An
extra layer for the skin
A
filter of deadly rays of light
A
cover for our naked parts
Seasons
come
Seasons
fade
Inner
desires
And
the yearning for the sensual caresses
Of
the cold wind of our cousins across the seas
Coerced
and tricked us
Blindly,
We
stripped
And
ripped off our inner linings
Alas,
The
cold winds of our cousins
Remained
with our cousins
Our
skins are now burnt
And
blackened by the searing heat
From
those deadly light rays
Time
returns with its offspring
And
we are still here
Unaware
Of
our shredded seams
