WHERE THE SKIN HOLDS

The skin does not forget.

It holds back what you didn't say,

What you didn't touch,

What you missed.

The suspended caresses.

Hands not given.

The desire left in the throat.

Every denied gesture is printed there.

You don't see it.

But the skin bears it.

It gets tense.

It gets subtle burning.

It becomes a throbbing silence.

And when you least expect it -

explodes.

Because the skin retains.

But not forever.

SalValenti-writer and creator of the language of thresholds