Skin Talks

I.

it’s funny how skin talks.



but it’s a rare
resounding whisper that


can’t speak without the collision

of another’s skin to talk to,

without the gentle touching

of shaking palms and gentle





finger figures.

II.

and my skin’s been silent

since you’ve left me.


it won’t talk to anyone else.


III.

i used to try


to coax myself outside of my
exterior in hopes that i could speak

to myself again without you, but



it’s funny how

you don’t know yourself

when others don’t know you,

or love you,


or feel anything for you.


to be anything alone is an aimless pursuit, heart.


IV.

there was a time when


i could talk to you, but

now my skin is shy, and


i’m trapped inside, waiting











for you to whisper back…