I want to
run my fingers
over every scar
you have
and listen
as you tell me
where each one
came from
I want to
run my fingers
over every scar
you have
and listen
as you tell me
where each one
came from
what if
I went away
into the stars
and so far away
into the universe
would you try
to find me
or let me
drift away
with the sand
beneath her feet
she can feel
the ardent edges
of the world
at her fingertips
this vast space
fills her acrid bones
grasping
at her flesh
her silent whispers
lay easy
upon the earth
as her soul
fades
from the darkness
of the night
if only
every scar
was visible
to see
maybe
just maybe
you would
understand me