SSSSkin

     It is a sheer wonder, the amount of time someone can go without the touch of another. A warm embrace, the clasp of hands. One could feel almost pathetic at times. Significantly, when physical wisdom can differ in such a vast way. Insignificant things become desperate desires.

    I find myself contemplating the possibility that even a creature as dark as myself could experience fear. As the years pass by, it seems that something as seemingly minor as the brush of our pinky fingers may remain forever out of reach. Forever is a pleasantry of my curse; yet, it feels unjust for eternity to exist without companionship. The pursuit of a heavenly escape becomes increasingly challenging with each dawn. All I desire is to bask in the warmth of the sun once I have finally found my way into your embrace.

    Even when the burns tear through my skin and I undertake my return to dust, I would be unable to feel the pain in the arms of an angel. Serenity is your arms, salvation is your smile, security is the determined glint of your eyes. Sacred is your love that I yearn I could do anything for. I'd burn, I thirst. Be that as it may, if I am down to bone I'd still find my way to your light.