since skin found skin, and hands talked to skin,
and skin found shelter
in the skin of the hands
that were under and over
and so in between the within
It's been a year
since the body had something to say
and someone who listened to the soft
long bone of the back and
the valley shielding the crease of the heart
It's been in a year
since of all me was open,
no words no thoughts no dodging second layer,
just skin finding skin
then staying soft to soft
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