I Wish Apon A Shining Scar…..

 

Over your scars

I rub my index finger

across.

 

I know thee.

 

Kilo of insecurities.

 

I’m her for you and me.

 

Placed her so high

that I

can see.

 

The beautiful work

of make.

 

Is that scar across

your facual.

 

Please!

 

Don’t hide what

you should embrace.

 

Your face

from no mistakes.

 

Thee abrasions on

your body.

 

Excites

me.

 

A short tale told

to my eyes

or the acassional.

 

“It’s a long story.”

 

It’s ok with me if

it’s ok with you.

 

A  skirt with cuts.

 

With wrist that

whispered.

 

“can anybody

see me?”

 

“Will anyone

listen?”

 

My ears are not

missing.

 

So I miss you when

you miss Read me.

 

Scars from harsh

pastence.

 

I have

patience for.

 

I adore you.

 

Stubbed those toes

lacerations

on tip toes.

 

Pink toes are

to the max my

most.

 

Chocolate Sundays

make my banana split.

 

Then spit

seeds with know

damages.

 

These images can.

 

Only

suit a real troop.

 

A real man can

only be.

 

Thankful

for you to stapling

your.

 

War wounds.

 

To my sweet toothed.

 

So suckle the roof of.

 

Your played blues to

slow Jazz music.

 

Plus

sad news.

 

Telling this

make up.

 

I need you to

cover my face up.

 

Chin up to hold

your face up.

 

High!

 

We don’t have

to make up.

 

Or need it

to make up lies.

 

Both of ours

were meant for

me.

 

You were

for no other guy.

 

He would get picky.

 

Call you a 1 or 2.

 

Your my 10 yes

you.

 

That other guy

high maintenanced.

 

Shallow water.

 

Or horrified to.

 

That guy is

a child.

 

I love to live for

your smile.

 

The deep cut above

the your eye brow.

 

Hugs.

 

Me.

 

 

It is a slogan that says

to me.

 

Only for the man I

be.

 

If you cry I’ll

wipe your eyes

with my sleeve.

 

Or vice versa.

 

My burst of joy.

 

When I place my

home.

 

On the back

of your spine.

 

From.

 

That fatal operation

that you almost died.

 

From.

 

I’m here!

 

I’m there!

 

I’m everywhere!

 

Surrounding

Everything with

My ties to you.

 

Are my strings

to tight?

 

For you?

 

Your front

my hands

picking you

up

out of

your wheelchair.

 

Even a story

that projects

insecurities

there.

 

I’m here

to change you.

 

bathe you.

 

Whatever else

I can do.

 

To see your mind

smile for my camera

eyes.

 

Lenses wide.

 

On Someone

I wish for.

 

Let me kiss

your scars.

 

Good night………….

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