Skin deep
The flesh is simple,
nude under the air of a frigid room
it shivers skin deep under the shock,
close by, the intruder is at bay.
A mere speck of an instant
contact is made, miracle of eons
particles touch in deep agony
hoping to meet soon again.
Silence rules over the words spoken
another story takes place in the dark
below the envelope of those souls
not even they are aware of the tale.
The flesh no longer dormant comforts
the bones long for a daring adventure
across the air, above the fields
closer, fibers dying to become one.
Lips smile, eyes pose a question
their wholes hesitate to act of their own
too much reason holds onto the desire
for one more touch, perhaps a kiss.
Fabrice Poussin teaches French and English at Shorter University. Author of novels and poetry, his work has appeared in Kestrel, Symposium, The Chimes, and many other magazines. His photography has been published in The Front Porch Review, the San Pedro River Review as well as other publications.
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