The Sanctity of Skin [sonnet]
The sacredness of intimacy’s deep
enthral embrace is bleakened in this world
of sleepy cold and unawareness cheap
and so uncheerful wasteness unimpearled.
Saliva is another word for bliss
and love-juice aphrodisiac’s a moist
and sliding sleek glissando close-knit kiss
(a measure of the way love is unvoiced).
We overlook — by which I mean we fail
to see — the fundamental ABC
of skinsome close encounter’s alchemy
when liquids mingle and two souls dovetail.
Unless we know the sanctity of skin
we’ll never feel true passion burn within.
© 2012, Alan Morrison
The Naked Troubadour 