Poem: Skin to Skin

Your touch, a map I’ve memorized,
Each brush like truth that never lies.
You speak, and I hear it in my bones,
A language that only we have known.
We are stitched in silent threads,
Words unspoken, but nothing’s unsaid.
You breathe, and I feel it deep within,
A love that clings, skin to skin.
So when the world feels cold, wet, and dim,
I find my home where you begin.
Pressed to your chest, heart tucked in,
Forever yours… skin to skin.