In This Skin Featuring Masoom Parmar - Part 1

Goosebumps
What an ugly word
For what might be my skin’s attempt at growing flowers
Countless little shark dorsal fins
Breaking the surface Cutting the water
Into a mess of thrills.
Boiling sugar just before it
Turns into caramel.
My skin, fumbling with words
To tell you that it likes you.
My skin doesn’t speak
Any word is too big for it.
My skin doesn’t do words.
It would wet itself, if it tried to say - epidermis!
My skin does wet itself any way -
Sweat. (icky and inarticulate)
My skin is a poet, despite all that.
One that tells you that it likes you,
Without a word.