Your skin, smeared with ink,

Sometimes black, sometimes different hues,

You often make me think, 

And wonder what I need to choose.

You are the my link,

To the world of wonder and news,

Your skin, lets me sink,

In you, your wonderful views

With you I would never shrink,

As I needn’t wear the ignorance shoes.

You skin, the medicine that keeps my health pink,

With you, my ailments I diffuse.

I fall for you in a wink,

Aye book, you wade away my blues.

*First published in the Penmancy website.