Love Poem: Skin

Skin

You are the warmth that cloaks my fragile structure.
Emotional to pecks and blows; goosebumps to the chill of the autumn breeze.
You are characterized by scars.
Your color washed over me,
beautifully dark.
You stretch and expand and make room to hold life.
You resists pain,
You protect my treasures,
You are a canvas,
a masterpiece of freckles and moon shaped birthmarks
white spots, bumps,
you are full of pinks and purples
soft, and ruff.
You dream of touch and connection.
You are the landmark to past lovers
a handprint in the sand.
Once washed away you refuse to forget.
They have called you beautiful and I have denied it.
I have covered your nature and beauty.
I have taken you for granted.
I have yet to truly accept you for who you are.
My skin.
I want to never forget it.
Skin is love, experience,
It is a teller of stories reluctant to hide the truth.
It speaks of hardships and it stores its proof.
Skin knows of first kisses and remembers of being embraced.
It is shy of its insecurities but it owns up to it's mistakes.
Skin mends its wounds.
Skin is honest and gentle.
It listens and feels.
Skin sheds off the weight of the world.
It leaves behind a portion of itself like the dandelion. 
It is so selfless and free.
It trusts like poetry...
It gives in.