The Skin I’m In

I’ll let you map it,

with your fingers

like you did last night

until I was sure the constellations

were written across my back and

the galaxy resided

in my hips

 

I’ll let you mold it

into a home

for you to rest your head within

so that, when you hold me

I am home again, too

 

I’ll let you tease it, stir the light inside me,

until there’s electricity pouring out of my fingertips

and sparking off of my toes

 

My skin,

the skin I’m in,

is so much fuller,

when you’re a part of it.

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