I always found it funny
that Rogue’s skin held so much power
that her touch could take you whole
knock you out
suck you dry
The thought is dizzying:
the treasures that could course through that gate
the world a super-charged buffet
unlimited
if you don’t show some restraint
if it doesn’t drive you mad
if you only reach out and touch
My skin, my skin is something else
my skin has drawn only eyes, only hands
over the years
at parties, in bars, offices and trains
so many trespasses on that terrain
My smile stayed frozen in the corner
they drained a spark that was never theirs to take
But listen, mister
you don’t need super-senses, mutant powers
to tell a change is coming
the grey streak in my hair a sign
as clear as lightning, if you know how to see
One day, soon
I’ll walk down the street
ungloved, crackling
you'll cross the road to greet me
and I’ll hold out my hand