J Jay Samuel Davis


“A CLOSE SHAVE!” a poem a.k.a.: “Sheared For Love!” in the series: “Love of Skin!” July 13, 2019 (Saturday)

I shaved-off all my hair so-my-skin-is-so-exposed;

Then, I got a sunburn, and-I-also sup-posed,

That I-would-get-a-rash – oh, what’s-this I-have–done?

To smooth off my skin – just-to have-a-little-fun?

No, no, I-did “the close shave,” so-I-can rub-‘gainst-you,

As close as-humanly pos-sible – This-is all-brand-new,

To-have someone-else – also-cra-zy-a-bout-skin!

Skin-to-Skin Contact! Is-it really a-sin?

For, I just want-to get so-close – that our-pores-might-embrace,

That the-epidermal becomes-one, from place to place!

Skin-to-Skin-a-Contact – with nothing in-between!

It’s the-closest-thing to-Heaven – that I-have ever seen!

“HOLD ME-CLOSE!” a well-used phrase,

But-can-it-be REAL-close, unless you’re-allowed-to-gaze,

At each-others’ skin and-see right-in,

To the soul – and-hear -the-drop-of-a-pin?

Together! Shall-we – walk- “The-[fabled] Razor’s-Edge,”

Making a solemn-vow, to-get-us to-The-Edge,

Of molding together – as-one amorphous “blob!”

Screw it-in right-here! “That-portal” needs-“a-knob!”

fin <3


By Kindness

Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)