Your body

is a constalation

of scar tissue

and places.

My fingerprints

are shadows in time

pressed in wet clay

outlasting moments

perfumed breath.

You sweeping my hair

like a rug shaken

back into place

leaves no trace

no discontent in the air

nothing save tin

stars cut from metal

casting pearly light

through the thin places

you keep together with

twine and fisherman’s net

hoping to catch

and also, be saved.

0 Replies to “FatalFlaw”

  1. This was something very different and yet perfectly related to. The choice of words and metaphors is wonderful and makes everything seem so realistic. Love is beautifully portrayed. I could feel my eyes moisten while reading some lines. What a masterpiece!! Kudos to you!!

    You are welcome

    #PATRICKSTORIES
    Peace ✌and Love ❤

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