Explorations: XXXI

Skin morphs into
A vulnerable leaf
In the face of passion
And paralyzing fever

Skin feels a textured
Piece of unique art
Tempting one to touch
When just bathed

There's no difference
Between the landscape
And the skin when
Both are fresh

Skin,
Potent communicator
Of the subtle body language
Ah, the skin!

The treasure
Skin hides like
The deep ocean blue
What's skin deep?

poem by Indira Babbellapati
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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