any way human

don't wear that rubber

when you listen to me;
I want you to feel
the warm cracks
of skin meeting skin;
grooves melding
and carving
new ways
of being skin;
I want you to feel
every fold,
fold in and open out
in waves,
as I let you in;
remember it's a privilege
not a right,
remember it's a song
not a jingle,
remember it's a merging
of souls not just skin,
where you don't need
a piece of rubber,
to talk or listen,
you just need a heart
that wants to come in,
anyway, any way human.