You keep repeating this,
But I never once saw this "beast"
Maybe its because I didn't get hurt enough?I don't know...just like you don't know

There are some days
when my thoughts curl up my throat
to seal my lips
with red hot wax
and I cannot even try to open my mouth.
There are some days
when fear is a sharp-clawed monster
on my tongue
held inside only by a
pearl white cage.
There are some days
that I count my words like grains of rice
because one too many
can open floodgates.
But recently
there are most days
when thoughts of you
break the wax seal,
when thoughts of you
calm the dangerous beast,
when thoughts of you
dry up the flood,
and words come tumbling off my tongue
dripping honey and lavender
and wide open vowels.
I talk about you
to anyone who
will listen

Skin is just tissue and tissue wrapped around body, keeping its contents from going this way and that. (It's also really painful to walk with no barrier between the Earth and the sinew and bones of your feet.) Think of when you see a woman, and your belly just yearns, and you feel like you are going to throw up, like something is actually thrashing inside of you, trying to find escape, or when you're with that women, and that thrashing subsides to manipulation, and organs begin to move of their own accord: lips upon lips, and hips upon hips; beasts ravaging and ravishing until they find escape.