Natural Disguise

A poem

Photo by Jr Korpa on Unsplash

Between the outside and the inside

between air and bones

is skin,

the covering which hides all and

reveals too much.

Age is scratched on, line by tiny line,

deeper and longer until

each crevice becomes a telling abyss.

Skin disguises the inner flaws,

the ones which kill,

while displaying the best facades.

We caress and cling to it,

want skin to glue us closer

while it sweats and slides us further apart.

Fingers print our identities

better than any wide-lipped smile.

Toes touch sand, revel in its silky grains,

elsewhere nerve endings crawl

alive with pain and ecstasy.

Between the rain and the tears

between sunlight and guilt.