“to uncover”
c.2001 Miriam M. Wynnhungry fingertips are
pulling themselves like shadows from the wall,
peeling like the secret skin within the soul,
unveiling all the shrouded dreams and fantasies,
the wicked and the pure,
with a scratch and a nick
and a tongue across teeth,
slowly and inevitably
leaving score upon score of stinging wounds,
burning, burning ever, with a soft low beg,
with a hurting, raw moan,
upon the wall, naked, exposed.