A fabric woven to mask our soul, hiding the pains of despair. Allowing us comfort in each other’s arms, touching and showing we care. A warmth in our hearts, surrounded by love; we caress, we fondle, we kiss. Deep in our core, beneath all the scars, our loving provides us with bliss.
This is my day three attempt at Writing 201: Poetry course that for day three is linked to skin, prose and internal rhyme. I found this one difficult as I wanted to include my understanding of skin but drew a blank when it came to writing something.