Skin

Smoother than
finely sanded
marble dipped
in thirty-six
glass glazes,

softer than the
down beneath
an arctic fox's
tiny chin,

saltier than a
kiss from the
ocean.

Bejewelled with
sand spots - so
many that they form
their own intricate
language

and speak in tongues
as rounded tips lol
over gentle peaks
and taut dimpled
troughs.

Ah!
     The slow song
           of
                ecstacy -
Your Skin!