Contributor: Melissa Fry Beasley

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Lord please forgive this mysterious skin
That I was simply born into
Supple skin of so much longing
Thirsting
Hungering and knowing the need
Of being touched by another
Inside of me
The hidden places call out
I MUST HAVE THIS NOW
Wet with wanting
My lips drink the dew
Which is you
I taste drop by drop
The story of your creation
Building of nations
And how we can be made new
Once again
What is it about warm bodies
Touching skin to skin


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Melissa Fry Beasley is a poet, advocate, and activist from Oklahoma, and is proud to have red dirt running through her veins. She has been published both in print and online in numerous magazines and journals. She is putting the finishing touches on her first chapbook.