Under My Skin — After George Gershwin, Someone to Watch Over Me (a golden shovel poem)

I’m telling you the truth: there’s

a thing under my skin. There’s a

hunger, a need for somebody —

not just anybody! You know, I’m

talking about you, and the longing

in my bones, to taste your skin, to

feed the animal in me, do you see?

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golden shovel – Take a line (or lines) from a poem you like. Use each word as an end word in your poem. Keep the end words in order. Credit the original poet, ie. “-after (poet)”.

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