The Skin Knows - Poem by Ayan Dasgupta
Want to feel another breath –
See, how it feels a lot different.
Feeling another skin
Is distantly charming
And sometimes it is painful,
And you are touched with the passion
Don’t be oblivious to unknown touch –
You don’t have to;
The skin knows what is alien.
This is no fantasy,
Lives are fusing...
Now with every touch
You can see deaths in broad daylight.
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