AC (12-16-1981 DOD: everyday / )

The Dent In His Chest

I want to get you naked
to see the outlines of your ribs,
your imperfections;
every last one that make you feel insignificant-
all your flaws and blemishes,
all your discolorations and blotches.

I want to do this blind folded
in our bedroom after-hours,
after the sun leaves us cold, fending for ourselves
to find warmth like scavengers
on the last day the world would turn.

I want to get you naked
to see the curves and canyons of your soul,
and to lick the scar that you bear
from whence I was born.

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Comments (2)

I just love ur style of writing Amberlee, it makes me feel as if my poems r matched by urs n a spirital way.10 out of 10 grl! Peace and love Hippy sav
a poem navigating both physical and spiritual worlds, does she speak to a lover or does she drift back into time to find scars that can't heal on the body of the ultimate lover?