Skin Poem by Bethany Maxwell

Have you ever thought about the skin,
And how the only thing keeping from one being slipping into another,
Being consumed by, and consuming them completely, is skin?

Have you ever felt someones skin against yours,
So close to being one entity,
Yet restricted by skin.

Such a small thing,
They keeps us from being entirely one,
An organ that keeps our organs separate, apart.

It's depressing in a way,
That two people can become so close they feel each other melding together,
Yet the skin remains a boundary between one and the other.

Maybe that's what happens when we die,
The last barrier removed from the equation,
Allowing us to finally unite with our other half, complete and entirely, together.