This skin needs to feel!

This skin needs to feel.
It needs to feel for me to last.

This skin needs the light to sparkle,
providing a tickling,
to reach behind the surface
to heart and soul.
It needs to warm up,
to sometimes burn.
This skin can play with fire.

This skin needs the rain,
as icy drops to feel like needles,
but leave it whole.
It needs the ocean,
needs to drown
in waves of dreams and passion.

This skin needs the air as a storm.
To roughly shake it,
change directions
to be lift up
and take a breath for real.

This skin is me.
It can be stretched,
be ripped apart
and opened up.
This skin can leak.
This skin is soft.
It is my barrier to the world.
To a world that‘s made of
edges and of stones
and storms and fire
felt by this skin.
It wraps my flesh and blood.
It comforts heart and soul.
It touches darkness.
It knows pain.

This skin is me.
It needs to feel,
for me to become real.