Sonnet 4 – I wear a crumpled suit of aging skin

I wear a crumpled suit of aging skin
Its thinning fabric threadbare and worn through
And now the veil between the worlds is thin
The knots that hold my bones in place undo

More naked than I ever hoped to be
One final time my eyes regard this face
The man that once was I no more is me
Yet in my leaving there remains a trace

Of laughter left in corners of the past
To gather dust until one day are found
Then handed down to fill a new born breast
Whose new made mouth will revel in its sound

Please take the shape of me and mould anew
So future hearts may take the shape of you

 

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