Poetry: We All Have Our Flaws

In halting motion, sunlight shadows on the walls

Your fingers comb my hair, my lion's manes.

I roar in secrecy, for I know you'll open my tunic next.

I fixate my eyes on your strong fingers

Pleasant and incessant coinciding,

And mumble words of dismay and longing.

How I wish you would not do this

And omit my shirt and all the rest

My body is my expressive head alone

And perhaps my artistic hands...

But that is all.

In grief-stricken words I try to stop you, with dancing

sundust around my breath. You smile your gentle smile:

"We all have our flaws my love", you say, "we all

have those scratches and bruises where we bumped

They are just scars, that's all

You are more than just hands and head

You are heart and love and completeness

Like I am, just like we all are."

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February 28, 2017

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