Soft Skin

You
who is faceless
shapeless
soundless
because there are no lips to console
no heartbeat to calm
You
with whom I cannot grasp
I cannot place your scent
when you should be Home
You could be my sense of whole
It is you
who I am missing
An undefined you
which keeps my empty arms
and my quiet soul unnerved

Words by Iris

Photographer : Eva Selesin
Model : Liv Sage