Meter

Grace-VI

This poem has no meter,
It stretches like my deep skin,
To the limits of my passion,
Until it draws blood,
Upon the inhibitions of nature.
I, still, stretch it, closer to you.
Bless me with just one touch,
And gratify my quest for grace.
NEXT PART: Tomorrow. 
PREVIOUS PART: HERE
What is Grace? See the answer HERE.

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