I’ve taken to cleaning the smartphone’s screen with a cloth
My skin’s oils smear today’s world’s gadgets
But if I do dishes without gloves or read newspapers my fingertips burn for
lack of oil
A legacy from carrying papers to sell on the streets maybe.
Maybe a reason too
Why I love another’s skin
Beauty skin deep as my drying digits
If let
Would suck the other’s skin to the marrow.
Hunger of skin and all therein.
I write to leave marks but some I hurriedly must smear away.
Beautiful!
(A smear leaves even bigger marks!)
I agree – one of his best
I love it! My hands, too, are dry because of too much housework. This is a beauty.
Cheers! I love the smear line myself
Nice! Mine were all nice when I was back in Wisconsin where there is humidity. They have dried since arriving back home. Reminder: fill humidifier.
Great news Susie!
Universal experience well described. (Why do I keep seeing dry tree branches when looking at my hands?)
That last line – unexpected. Nicely done!
Cheers – Paul is up a mountain in Spain at the moment but he digs all the positive feedback
My hands seem to be dry as parchment so brittle that it could crumble with a gentle breeze yet somehow somehow the fingerprints are still left behind.