SKINA Poem by Jeremiah Castelo De GuzmanA poem that explains how skin is related to everythingLast time I checked, it was still on my neck, What now is a mark, once was a speck,
Protected by the freckle, I can now never forget, Tattooed into a bad mood, the ink I still regret,
Smooth surface, epidermis, let color fill the pores, Black lines, abstract designs, around the open sores,
Follow my fingers from the valley to the summit, Let go of all your baggage, watch all your worries plummet,
Rub it in a circle ’til the purple turns to pink, Palm against palm let our fingers interlink, Wrinkles and folds, crevices and creases, Capturing the beads a sweat gland releases,
Scars and birthmarks and lipstick kisses, Fleshly desires and skinful blisses, Cuts and wounds and bumps and bruises, Believing the lies when beauty confuses,
A tingling sensation while waiting paitently, Exhale into the navel and let creation breathe, Scriptures and phrases that raises goosebumps, The laying on of healing hands and disappearing lumps,
I’ve spent a lifetime, counting freckles and moles, Skin against skin, like magnetic poles.
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