Skin On Skin

I wish I hadn't given it all

All the words I still had hidden in my soul

I wish I had what I needed

What I wouldn't give to write you

And to have you read it

But nothing I write now will compare

To the poems I wrote while deeply lost in your stare

Or the words I left behind running my fingers through your hair

The language of my heart is burned permanently on your lips

There are pieces of me I left while pressed against your skin

These poems are my best work

They'll never find themselves on paper

There are pieces of me missing now

I left them in a place much safer

And that place is you.