Skin Poem by Don Prem Legaspi

Made as I am
It is only skin
Prone to touch
To needles and pins
Yet yours allure
A sight unseen
Soft, demure
What I've been looking for

My hands hover
Just dance above
Afraid to feel
To touch, to have
The way it curves
Around my palms
It's warmth serves
It Tells and warns

Yet you cover what covers you

I am beyond
Touch and feel
Take my hands
Got none to steal
Yours to give
And mine to keep
I die to live
Buried deep

Made as I am
Bury me deep
It is only skin
Skin deep