Pores open,
pores becoming all weather,
its every possible effect & degree
when we are plants pressing tips
to windows
or when we
are that grass itself
now eye-wide as mouths
singing
give,
touch,
give & return us back
to the spirit of skin
sated by breathing
Stephen Mead is an Outsider multi-media artist and writer. Since the 1990s he’s been grateful to many editors for publishing his work in print zines and eventually online. He is also grateful to have managed to keep various day jobs for the Health Insurance. Find out more at Poetry on the Line, Stephen Mead.
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