Second Skin Poem by Butch Decatoria

I find sleep quite amiable
less resistant
after touching
timpani and tiger
prowling
Your other wilderness

It's my undoing
after we have done what we did
Physically akin
Our own skin held close
Tingling with tender cooing
Gooseflesh quivering

the miasma of life's (bowels)
howling, bowdlerizing
the sensations of our
everyday heaven

I find sleep more pliable
after a swim in you
and I taste myself
in the salt
of our commingling
skins
swathed in mouths
and primrose
fragrant waterfalls
thunderclouds
and rain

Seed & Petrichor
in the aftermath,
The climax,one victory
within and about
our dance of skin

I am washed away
a tiny death
a cry to heaven

I am naked
when you're not clothed on me
how strange to need you to swim
I find dreams much better
aloft
my second skin...