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.