Friday, December 21, 2012

wholesome

wrinkles

wrinkles 
and
stretch marks
and love handles

i handle with love
the handles
and even the remaining two 
above

i see me differently as i
realise
that i am capable of seeing you
differently
that i see these differently
that your imperfections
don't exit
not for me

and just to use that word
is a thought crime
so this i will do
scratch it out
tear it out
burn it out
out of our dictionary
and every other 
because really
moans
and rasps
and licks
and feels
and my hands running 
through the meadows
of your body
your body
in its entireness
can never be that

it is different
i know that you can tell
i know you know how
different
different from how others may see you
or not see you
at all

but
then again
there isn't room enough 
for others
there is just room
for the two of us

on those wrinkles
and stretch marks
and love handles
and those birthmarks
and moles
and cuts and bruises
and scars
which have found a permanent
home
on your skin

i curl around their length
i espouse their breadth 
i move in circles
with a mild sense of ecstasy
building up
rapidly
and a full-blown sense of
a conclusion
foregone
around their circumference

with shaky
want-filled fingers
oozing desire
at the fingertips
i count them
these wrinkles
and stretch marks
and make constellations
joining one mole
to that scar
hoping
at least one 
would spell my name

like a man blinded with love
only that i'm not
i read them in braille
that i see these
i see these differently
clearly
endearingly
with wide open eyes
i search for our stories
and time spent together
which bloomed into
countless memories
and i only ask you to turn around
and lie on your stomach
because i wish to read
i wish to read more of it
all of it
uninterrupted

and i shall make 
ivory boats out of 
your birthmarks
and set us aboard them
and set us to sail
far away
deeper 
into 
us

birthmarks

and love handles
and those stretch marks
and moles
and cuts and bruises
and scars
and wrinkles

wrinkles

bookmarks
of our time together
folded
heedfully
in satin sheets
of our combined flesh
i shall keep