• Skin

    Skin
    Soft, subtle skin
    the unlined brow of a baby
    or the wrinkles of a grandmother
    the flesh of a friend
    a hand in times of need
    and the flesh of foe
    grappling hand against hand
    hands, with lines
    so many lines
    crossing, bisecting, interconnecting
    flowing from pinky to index
    and wrist to thumb
    a maze, a puzzle, of skin
    the softness of the crooks
    the gentle curves
    and the sandpaper feeling of the corners
    the sharp angles
    all skin, layers upon layers of skin
    beneath it, muscle
    veins pulsating with the flow of life
    to the beat of the drum,
    in time with the rhythm of the stars and the galaxys
    encased in skin is the universe
    you, encased in skin
    are my universe
    so give me your hand
    and let me feel your skin
    Skin