A tiny layer. A thin shield. What we we do without thee. Though you keep us from falling apart, how much do we forget you. Talking melanin mixed with tiny hairs. Moles galore and ripe for the burning. Forgive us for not caring for you more, as we should, as delicate and precious as you are. Oh skin! What would we do without you. Our beauty emanates from deep within you. From the nuclei out. In the you turn to dust as do we. Inseparable from way back when to forever more. Skin. Deep.