This Skin

There are other words I say, but
not today.
This morning, I will say my skin is soft.
I’ll dress you in my arms, my touch is love.
The sunlight brings out hues of deepest sea.
These folds and curves embody earth herself.
My skin contains the vast expanse of me.
Delicate enough to split and bleed.
Strong enough to mend.
Wise enough to scar.
I do not always see my skin this way.
There are other words I say, but
not today.