The Skin We're In

[Kailashana]

skin,
the feel of it,
entering the lost domain
of sensation
skin,
the peeling away
of all that would stand in its way
to be empty of plots and twists
skin,
the magic of touch
and being touched
to enter a ritual
unto itself as old as
creation as new as desire
basking like an otter
under the sun,
skin,
how it soothes the caged
heart, fires the breath
and rocks the ages,
breaks up monotony
and serves the pleasure
of kings and queens,
of those who go into battle
to live and die for
one more day,
to love for yet
another hour.
skin,
I shed myself and
become one with you.

[the mingo]

[dadio]

Impressive poem, Anna.