February 11, 2003

Your Skin

I wrote this when I was in love. Here it is.

It's called

"Your Skin"

"Your Skin"

Crossed arms across chests
upon my heart
your head rests
downy soft in brown tufts
you refuse to cut

i refuse to cut off my emotions
making me vulnerable
to your pulling eyes
your hands against the rolling expanse of my thighs
pulling me into breathless sighs
against the ears

light falls differently
when my skin brushes your skin
it falls softly without shape
melding objects into objects
and me into you
white into black into light into gray

the mellowsoft sounds of your breathing
against the coarse pillows
and soft air
melts into the sighingsoft echo of a name

when I am skin to skin with you
I am reborn
into a place where time only exists in dreams
and forever is just a scent on your collar bone.

Posted by dana at February 11, 2003 09:43 PM
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