Layers

She moves,

her body serpentine.

The muscles shift and stir beneath the skin. 

I am drawn into the lizard dance, 

drawn into a hypnotic trance

until the motion

stops. 

I want to peel away her layers, 

layers upon layers

until I reach her skin

and then peel away the layers still 

past the bone,

past the arteries,

right down to her

soul. 

I want to touch her soul

in a way it can't be touched

by merely caressing

skin.