A photo of a ladybug from Bud the Teacher today had me thinking:
Rash
My skin is bothering me.
I am open to every touch.
Your fingertips scribble currents
up and down my arm, my spine.
Nothing comes between me and you.
I need an ectoskeleton,
hard crust protecting my insides,
instead of this thin layer
that tries to hide my veins from you now.
No itch, no burn, no caress.
No messages from nerve to brain
of potential pain or pleasure.
I would be safe from your finger's graze.
But then, nothing would come between me and you.
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