I’ve been writing poems
about your skin a lot
recently. It’s a texture
that has not yet
left the tips of my
fingers. The feeling of
your skin against mine
is a feeling that has
made its way into
my mind; too comfortable
to leave, and too secure
to change its location.
I’ve been writing a lot
of poems about your
skin recently, and
I don’t think I’m going to
stop anytime soon.
Published on October 28, 2013 12:29