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

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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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POETIC FORM
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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POEM A DAY NOVEMBER 2015 – PROMPT:
For today’s prompt, write a thing poem.
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