When you are in your skin you are livin’. Man, I mean your skin it captures you, coats you, lays it down on you. Feeling it through and through whether be me or you. Our skin, we are livin’. Your skin is my skin, I be breathing your skin on mine. Loving it, smoothing it, warm and tight. Like a sheath it covers but never enough. Because my skin, your skin, I feel it. I know it like it were full of holes. Which it is because your skin my skin are one and the same skin. One long smooth sheet, baby. It’s there. Beware. Thick or thin, your skin. I feel it. I’m in.
photo by Barbara Paulsen at tandemechoes.com.