In My Skin

In my skin,
I feel…

the light caress
of the breeze,

the warm glow
of the sun,

the cool embrace
of the river

a million
little kisses
that usually 
land unnoticed

on the soft shell
of my clothes.

The endless flow
of gentle caresses
calls me home
to this moment,

reminding me
that I am alive,

I am in a body,

and my body
is beautiful.

Published in Space Between the Stones: Poetry and Practices for Connecting with Nature, Spirit, and Creativity

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