Skin
I am past the thought of imaginative ideas
Like our feet brushing
Against each other under the sheets
My coldness tangled in your warmth
In the early morning
And late nights
I long for
Sighing your name
While my back is against your chest
Just because I know how lucky I am
To be able to
Dance my fingers on every inch of you
To feel
Bone, skin, tension, and warmth
Breathing in to remember
How lucky I am
To be the one
Touching your
Skin
