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Like Skin


Like Skin

Smooth as marble
too unyielding

Soft as silk
too easily torn

Velvet as a flower petal
too much perfume

Sensual as lace
too erotic

Quiet as a whisper
too abstract

I search for the metaphor to describe my human armor
It must be protective
holding me in
yet allowing me to give and receive sensuality
It must embrace me
yet flow like the tides

I look through dictionaries and thesauruses
I comb my memory
yet find no answer

Finally I surrender and slip into bed
too exhausted to care about pilfering my dreams

Then I look at you sleeping
and see my metaphor

You are like my skin

September 26, 1993
Tressa Lee Breen

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