Like Skin
Smooth as marble
too unyielding
Soft as silk
too easily torn
Velvet as a flower petal
too much perfume
Sensual as lace
too erotic
Quiet as a whisper
too abstract
I search for the metaphor to describe my human armor
It must be protective
holding me in
yet allowing me to give and receive sensuality
It must embrace me
yet flow like the tides
I look through dictionaries and thesauruses
I comb my memory
yet find no answer
Finally I surrender and slip into bed
too exhausted to care about pilfering my dreams
Then I look at you sleeping
and see my metaphor
You are like my skin
September 26, 1993
Tressa Lee Breen
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