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.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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  • Drea On Monday, December 19, 2016, Drea (1443)By person wrote:

    Jesus, grumpy...

  • A former member wrote: Beautifully sad...very elegant in it´s perfection.

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