Do You Hurt? (standard:poetry, 113 words)
Author: Sare	Added: Oct 30 2001	Views/Reads: 3686/2	Story vote: 0.00 (0 votes)
There are so many scars...

You ask about the scars. 

As your eyes and hands 

roam over my body, each 

old wound is examined, 

its story told.  Cuts and 

scrapes, falls and tumbles, 

all have left their mark. 

* 

Where are the scars of this, 

you ask, and I take your hand, 

hold it to my breast, and 

you feel my heart’s erratic 

beating, thumping, pounding, 

and you raise your lips to 

kiss my hot forehead, comforting. 

* 

With tender fingers you pry 

into my secrets; I open my 

arms to welcome you.  Holding 

tightly to your hand, I will 

tell you anything you want 

to know, share it all with 

you, my life, my safety, my lover.


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