Skin
Curiosity calms the soul
It gives reason to look, to find
And pursue ourselves
Not the selves we have been given
But the ones we choose to be
The ones we find most fitting
Try them on
Zip up the skins of others to see if they fit
The butch is too tight, and the seams ride up my butt crack as I try to wiggle out
The femme is too loose, drooping from my crotch like an old pair of my father’s jeans
And so I move on
I craft my own skin
Perfectly plump and supple
Rosy, but not rash
She slips on perfectly
And I am home.
It gives reason to look, to find
And pursue ourselves
Not the selves we have been given
But the ones we choose to be
The ones we find most fitting
Try them on
Zip up the skins of others to see if they fit
The butch is too tight, and the seams ride up my butt crack as I try to wiggle out
The femme is too loose, drooping from my crotch like an old pair of my father’s jeans
And so I move on
I craft my own skin
Perfectly plump and supple
Rosy, but not rash
She slips on perfectly
And I am home.