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skin

Posted to Action Poetry




something you
may never have known
is that there are days
where just touching
my own skin makes
me think of you
the way your hands
slid past the unimportant
parts of me
thawing out and waking
up this skin that sometimes
feels too pale against
you yet too dark to
be here wanting more
of you, of me
of any touch that
can let me go
tonight.