We have skin,

we have skin,

but not within—

where we are pink 

and vulnerable,

and seeking love,

and waiting

grimly for the

trumpet call

of hope.

 

We live with skin,

yes with skin,

but the heart pumps

around the same 

coloured blood 

that keeps this

living being alive

to live a life

of something less

than joy.

 

9/7/2020