Quietly lying tactile feeling <br />with a slow and slowly losing <br />of such insubstantial loss <br />with imperceptible changing hue <br />tonal changes of a most subtle nature <br />seen but not realised except perhaps by you <br />holding firmly on rounded luscious curves <br />hanging on to upright form <br />testing inexperienced anxieties <br />waiting to see if you will run <br />or go beyond the confines <br />of your designated spaces <br />sable’d marks gently fallow <br />as to hardness your softness turns <br />first to a softy skin’ned cover <br />and then to firmness goes <br />speeded with a warmth of summer <br />to the wanted hardened surface <br />of the perfect silken film like finish <br />that was promised on the can <br />did you ever think that you would <br />sit and watch as slowly, slowly <br />paint dried in front of your eager <br />expectant doubtful eyes?<br /><br />David Taylor<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/skin-13/
