relationship

my skin has grown old
from expectation

I'm bored with living
this way, it says
and yawns to prove it

what can i do if
nobody comes
to touch you

go find someone
the skin insists

it thrives on making advice

I want to have things
my way

let us wait a bit longer
I propose
secretly I don't feel like
any change, one can have
one's habits
at this age

You may go and buy a dress
to make me feel present
it demands
I promise in order
to play for time

it doesn't believe me
and it knows I know

as a sign of warning
or maybe
to make itself occupied
the skin starts drawing lines

it has picked
my face and the outer sides
of my hands
as its favourite
working areas

it becomes more and more advanced
with practice

it stretches itself
in the wrong places
too

when I go nuts it responds
with softening
of the arms

Finally I arrange a massage session

my name's Tanya
the woman says and leaves the door
ajar, her voice has
a lilt, the room smells of
some exotic country
suddenly I feel like home
I cannot remember

under the touch of her oily palms
my skin sheds itself
and gently coils in the form
of snake
under the massage table
i want to put it away
before i go
leave it to me, Tanya says
I can take a good care
of serpents

the next day
I go and buy a dress

Indian palms swirl on the fabric

walking down the street
against my expectation
my body sings