Your skin

What I imagine the silken webs of spiders would feel like.
When blue tac is stretch and stretch and restretch till it resembles layers of capillaries, and I put my finger to it and tear it apart. The softness, the fragility.
Like when I coat my fingertips with hot wax and wait for it to cool, and run it over my own skin. The numb feeling, the sheerness.
I can conjure it now, the feeling of my fingers on your skin.
Something I don't want to let go of anytime soon.