In the bones
Texture
Those little bumps
Like cobblestones
On a downtown street
Where highrises sprout vertically
But the evidence of history remains in the bones
for those who know how to see
Those cobblestones
Tell the story of your life and
It is not insignificant
That yours rest over your heart space
Tell me the story
Let me read your skin like braille
The hurt in your eyes
I wish to heal with my kisses
I know you aren't broken.
I want to taste your heart beat
through your scars.
