an image in which
i trace the map of your skin with my fingertips,
i probe for each & every scar, &
i kiss them with all the rage i've ever possessed;
how dare they make you feel this way?
how dare they hurt you so?
howdarethey? how dare they? HOW DARE THEY?
i kiss your scars with all the gentleness
with which you've ever held me;
these pieces of you are okay,
these pieces of you are beautiful,
these pieces of you teach me about you, &
these pieces of you i will love, just the same.
i kiss your despair &
i kiss your scars &
i kiss your lips until
your pain is mine &
hot tears burn down
i kiss you some more, so
all that fear dissipates &
all that remains is