skin

lately i have been giving some thought to my skin, when i felt it and when i was conscious of it. I think when i was young if i would scrape it then i knew it was there. then i started to think about when i felt good in it, when it felt alive and i realized it was when in the company of someone else. i remembered my rosy cheeks and conciseness of the skin i was in, i remembered the paleness of it that would take a rosy glow once i had experienced intimacy our genuine happiness, laughter and newness.

I realized that how the skin reacted to those things and how good it felt and how youthful it made me feel. Later i started to think why does it take love or passion? i know i have experienced it after a dip in the ocean, or a facial or a great hike but nothing like the makeover of being in love or experiencing love. I look at myself lately and i see non of it..no sign of love or youthfulness then i wonder before you came was it there this feeling of fitting in to ones skin? I want to answer yes, because i was independent, i ate well i took care of my skin stayed out the sun..and knew i looked young but did i feel it..was i conscious of it...and if it is'nt possible to achieve without a grand passion.. and will these new lines disappear if love finds me again..will i run out of the house with rosy cheeks, will someone at the cafe say you look radiant,, will i catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror and like what i see, will i stretch out on to the bed and feel every morsel of skin. i ask myself does the skin sleep till passion fills every crevasse...