Skin

My palm is turning red

Pressured gently in your hand

Reassurance, feasibility, and omen

Our fingers forever will be still intertwined

A pair of bead bracelets tie me to you

Write “K” on my wrist and now it leaves swollen hives

Like a rubber band around my sleeves

Every single touch, it’s a particular response on my skin

You know that I finally find myself in another skin

And Kevin, every inch of your skin belongs to me

Have you figured that it is still beautiful?

Every time my cheeks blush whenever you say

“Your lipstick matches your skin, you look pretty”

or whenever you say “I love your lips and your smile”

The red bumps and acne on my cheeks since you kissed it