Skin Poem by Britney Hogue

It is like silk.
No I am wrong,
Its better than silk:
Soft and smooth,
Warm and kind.
When it’s a lovers,
Touching your own,
Makes it all the better.

When skin touches skin,
Its almost a current.
A little of a shock,
Of how warm and soft.
So who is to claim,
That silk is the same?
Not even a quiver or shiver,
From its insignificant fibers.

Skin,
The body’s largest organ.
What a wonderful gift,
That god has given us.
This wonderful protection,
And indescribably feelings.
Just from simple cells,
Bonded together as one.