Skin Hunger

Your image I see
in the open sky
when I look up
Your face on the screen
of my dreams
Your voice, your words,
your song I hear,
brought to me by the wind
from across the ocean

But it’s your skin
I’m hungry for
To feel, to taste
to embrace
the full contours of you
and trace
every in- and outline
with my fingers,
with my lips,
with the full contours
of me

©RoseGirl2019

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