I pour into my naked skin
listless with worry,
I am all vapour and water without
my skin holding me into shape.
I am everything that will drip away
with time and float
into another dimension…
and now as the skin ages, brittle
and wrinkled like un-ironed clothes
hanging loose on me,
I remember how your touch felt once
and without knowing
how the skin remembers that one thing
more than me.

© SoulReserve 2020

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