Skin

It calls to me.

Softly.

I cannot resist
just a glance.

No more.

To touch is to excite.

To touch
is forbidden.

A natural masterpiece
of tones,
of shadows.

Supple beauty
no longer disguised.

Waiting.

Each canvas
different,
demanding
our touch.

If only with our eyes.

© Michele Markley 2008