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.
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