Thursday, March 30, 2017

I used to say that skin is unforgiving each line and sag, the sinks
the fleshy slump of growing, parts that I rarely touched
how I perceived myself pretending to exist without them

I touch you and think how kind skin is, on impact even softer
end to end, taste over taste, tender, heartbreaking
even that horribly majestic cicatrix bulging upon your wrist

said I'll forgive you, always _

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