I have long loved
skin
silken smooth
soft
like a rabbit
pelt
summer
bronzed
or
palest
porcelain
freckled
as
kissed by angels
and now
blooming
brown
in places
where
time
has
left
a mark
There are places
milestones
along my personal
skinscape
I remember
that thin white line
where the pairing
knife
struck
a gentle
enough
warning
to keep my hands to myself
the white triangle
where the bike
dragged
me
across
pavement
a firm
warning
to hold my line
the white half-moons
where the trail
launched
me
a sudden
warning
to keep my balance
It is coming
full circle
the first trip
around the sun
since you left
So I
seek
tiny
sharp
needles
and
enduring
ink
the sacred scar
reminding
me
an immortal
keepsake
to hold my love
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