The Scar

I want to place my lips upon your scar
and let them linger there until they know
the shape, the depth of everything you are,
to bear a mark that shows and doesn’t show.
I want to feel the pulse that’s deeper still,
that feeds the living mark upon your skin,
with lips that can reveal the living will
that wants to be let out, to be let in.
I want my kiss to be a healing touch
whenever it is pressed upon that place
of opening and closing and as such
my kiss will mark salvation, strength and grace.
And when that moment comes, when it is clear,
I’ll bathe your scar with just one single tear.

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