Poem: "Skinfriends"

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*sleighbells jingling*

This poem came out of the June 7, 2011 Poetry Fishbowl.  It was inspired by a prompt from aldersprig.  It has been sponsored by laffingkat and dedicated to Wolfsong.

Skinfriends

My skin hungers for your touch
as flowers hunger for the sun.
You are my light and enlightenment,
celestial energy spilled from heaven
without pause or expectation.
I bask in your warmth,
and am fulfilled.

My skin thirsts for your touch
like dry earth embracing the rain.
You are the ebb and flow of me,
washing away my worries
and filling in all the cracks of my life.
I drink in your essence,
and am fulfilled.

There is no word for what we are to each other;
our love is as nameless and innocent as wilderness,
as potent as sunlight, as primal as rain. 
It has existed since the beginning of time,
before ever words were carved free of the wind.
There is infinitely more to this dance of touching and being touched
than mere procreation; to know and to be known
is older than sex and ever so much more subtle. 
It is an affection of anemones, amoebas, atoms.
It is intricate in its simplicity, radical in its tiniest iteration.

Beneath our reaching fingertips,
whole worlds unfold,
waiting patiently for our explorations.