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…