In my father's skin
I jump into its frigid flow;
Cold comfort indeed.
It’s icy embrace.
My ecstatic exhalation.
Love will sucker punch you in the solar plexus and
Leave you dazed and chilled,
Thin sliced on a plate.
Like a friend you’ve missed
You pick up where you left off.
“You’ve lost weigh you have”
“Love your new tattoo”
Heads bent low in elfin mischief.
“I wonder if he’ll even know that your hair is wet?”
Races up the canyon
Shrieking as it goes.
In my father’s skin
I kiss your berry lips and
Reach down to confirm
The mark has been hit.
Gooseflesh is baptized in sacred tears of Man
Trickling down cheeks
Of hard ancient stone.
