~Scars~

"Reaching out
to her
if like drinking
from a memory"-Edgar Allen Poe

gasping for air
I know you
these curves
are not
based on
illusion
the clock
only ticks
forward

skies seem
to be
more blue
we clean up
each other's scares
don't ask
how I
did it
just to
do it again

a flower
breathing and opening
in the night buckles
of velvet trees

wearing the
scent of us
like smoke
going against
the grain
of skin

even though
it goes
against the
grain of skin
buckling and
bending in
I will
survive the night
and just
begun

~Sarah Mahina Calvello