My skin sits soft upon my hands
hugs so gentle at the wrists
dances clever at the collarbone
up and up skin pours.
On my winding staircase
chin nose cheek bones
drapes my sweetheart skin.
The sun and my skin are friends.
I and my skin are
practicing.

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