skin

smooth skin, like mine, but lacking

the curves and roundness with which i’m familiar;

golden-hued and gorgeous.

i watch the rhythmic intake of air,

and am moved to touch,

fingers creeping in wonder across strange contours.

soft on my lips, i taste

this alien form;

salty,

exotic muscles quiver

under my tongue.

not wanting to disturb,

i curl away from the peaceful shape

pressing bare back to hidden heartbeat,

and join in sleep.