The skin I am in Layers of depth from fathoms of life experience Like delicate layers of that sweet puff pastry you crave When peeled back unveils a savoury, salty or sweet treat It all depends on where we psychologically meet There is no end with a timeless merge of skin, spirit and soul Shaped by pain, love, lust, loss and gain This vortex an upward or downward spiral Thick slices or thin slivers of emotion brought to the fray Emotion that reverberates past mental and physical barriers In a beautiful or devastating dish array It all depends on my and your appetite The gentle assuage of a delicate palette Creates a hunger that surpasses all other Unveiling the sweetness within Like honey dewed nectar Making me a great actor On this stage, the dish of my life best served hot or cold Tepid never mattered Revenge may be sweet But regret bitter Life's choices fall away like discarded peels Hmmm…my use measured by cunning chefs who wear diverse hats Where, to question their skill makes them go for the kill Chop, chop, chop is all you've got The proverbial end, the blade mercilessly attacks Never to return to the same when all you've got left is yourself to blame in a nameless life game