my skin is but a boundary
you could pierce right through.
like the surface of water,
so easily penetrated,
from a certain point of view
seemingly solid.
its tension caused only by its attraction,
our molecules magnetized towards one another.
this water skin has a meniscus,
concave reaching up
towards you, sensing you
as water more a part of me
than any container could ever hold.
together we are
a barrier rife with collision,
of life struggling within
a fit of survival.
you have entered before
diving down into a deep sea of what can only be
called my soul,
every expedition brings us closer
to discovering new life—
see life!
a flowing dance of water,
we swim in oceans
within.
at toughest, my skin is a sea-weed
pluck it off
toss it away
consume it
or simply let it sway.
i do not need it where we are
though it is here
in the ocean of our souls,
where endpoints are merely illusions.
proof of our existence—
an oasis.
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