Lessons in skin
By Lab Rat
My wounds, once my lovers
Caressed along the curve, the jagged arch
Where torn skin had mended imperfectly
Speaking to me in the language of scars
They bled to show me understanding
The fate of each tear, etched on the memory
of my skin
Fingertips, calloused, trace the lines
Never missing the tip, the width
The girth that spoke of the depth
Of each
So quietly whispering
Tenderly cooing
And once more I feel the bliss
The kiss of the remembered pain
Never able to turn away as I recall
Each well earned burning wound
And the secrets layered in the skin there
With the realization of lessons learned
Like tattle tale scars
Without someone to rat out
I still remember the verse, the prose
The poetry of each now mended opening
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Copyright 2016 Lab Rat
Published on Monday, December 19, 2016.
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