Skin

Havent we all been told how beauty is thin as truth? And dont we believe and disbelieve this lie wed carve and starve for. / Wed suck it till the juice ran down our arms? Skin compels us, repels us. Beauty may be only skin deep, a fine coveringsensuous, at times Translatorlucent, almost Translatorparent, and yet so obdurate. Skin insulates, guarding its vital organs just beneath this surface that teases us to peek, to try to penetrate. We call this desire by many names, the best of which is love. April Lindners sensuously orchestrated collection of poems conveys the beauty and truth of love, how we know it to be paradoxical, obsessive, fearful, rapacious, holy. Robert Fink, from the Introduction byduction