Skin

I see your skin,
I rest a finger lightly on your skin,
Your skin responds,
The hairs on your skin reach out.

Your arm has the smallest inkling of fat
It hangs from armpit to elbow.

Your lips are slightly chapped,
You place your bottom lip under your top teeth for a second,
It re emerges,
Suddenly a bright red occurs to my sight,
I see your lips.

I see your lips,
I gently press my own lips on yours,
My own body quivers
As though it were cold

It is not cold.

There is a dark mole on your back,
It is near your spine,
Marginally closer to your hips than your neck.

Your eyes look at me,
I feel conscious that you see my skin,
My moles,
My lips,
My flab.