Skin

The soft touches of my skin,
the prickles I feel within.
by touching my soft arm on that spot
They feel so soft,
as soft as a rose petal
your hands touch me like no other,

once upon my skin I feel,
the love between us,
a love like no other,
affection, passion, strength and more;
and look at us, we are nothing more,
than loving and caring.

Billy Collins

A shy cub follws,
its mothers love for,
she needs food to
survive and strive,

she cries for food,
she is hungry and young,

the sun catches her,
a sparkle from the fur,
the paws of a grown,
animal beneath,
hold him up and help him cry,

he is helpless with out his mother,
he cries for her when she hides,
he is not a smart cub,
but he is her cub.

As I pace,
my heart starts to race,
my lungs breathe the cold air,
the pain is still there,
the more I pace the my heart aces,
the more it aces the more I pace.
so why pace when all it does is race.
I pace to thing, to breathe and to live,
I pace in wonder of what tomorrow will bring.
Will it be pain or rain.