Skin

There is a face in my skin.
My skin has eyes to see the goosebumps that erupt at it's touch
Magnified - your skin rises to meet my fingertips.
My skin can hear the breath that escapes from the depth of your desire.
Listens to the warmth that blows from between your lips on mine.
My skin can taste the sweat that glistens on yours.
The salted cry of your satisfaction.
My skin inhales your scent.
Drinks in the fragrant musky earth you are so afraid to be rooted to.
It feels the cool tickle of lit particles whispering in the sliver of space between us.
The sum of these senses -
An onslaught of ecstatic wonder.
Oh, to be wrapped in this skin of mine when it is yours.