Skin Poem by Sally Plumb Plumb

Skin



Your skin is velvet
moving o'er me.
You are my skin.

Your fingers are
a glove about me.

Velvet,
I can't feel without you.

Sally Plumb

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Sally Plumb Plumb

Sally Plumb Plumb

Haverhill Suffolk England
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