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i am an onion:
brown skin outside,
somewhat brittle to the touch.
a shield
protects
soft white flesh.
peel me and find
translucent layers
wrapped closer and closer
around the softest core
full of milk white juices.
cut deep
they start running,
weeping my very essence,
ready for you.
lap them up
taste the stinging sweetness
of my soul.
copyright 2003
Ulrike
Gerbig |
