A Poem Written by My Skin

Bored with that shapes

of waiting

for what already feels to small, not enough.

Dreaming, desire, sense,

the unlimited purity

honesty

experience.

Tired of imagining touch, while being deprived.

Alone.

Left for days, hours, weeks,

shamed.

unseen.

covered.

Abused, to look pretty, behind all the clothing

make-up

cream

parfume.

Otherwise, shamed. For being too white, too pale, too much, too hairy, too smelly, not smelly enough.

I want to be touched in an unpolite ways. Licked. Scratched. Cuddled. Bitten. Squeezed. Pressed. Caressed.

Not when I am perfect, in your imagination. Now! today! every day

Not for being cleaned or covered. Nooo!

I want to be seen. today. just like that. in a play. for fun. for pleasure. warm. connected.

Noo, don't don't, please don't go in your imagination. once again. Where only you are happy and I am alone. stay.

Don't leave me because something else is always more important. You don't have time. Everything has its priority. Months. Years. Many days, one after the other.

Abandoning. Abandoning. Abandoning.

Please, I want to be caressed.

I will take you in and push you away.

Don't you trust me? That my boundary is enough to protect you? Let me closer to someone else's world. Let them touch me. I really like that. i really do.

Crazy.

Let me start from the beginning. Without the thinking. Slowly.

With someone from the blank page of the first hello. someone real. who is excited.