“I like to kiss scars”

I like to kiss scars

there, where the skin grows tougher

there, where the memories are visible

scars of every shape and size

small marks across your lips

on your eyelids, in your gaze

I like to kiss bodies that are cartographies

carved with destiny’s knife

I like scars

there, pain takes form

skin grows again

skin and heart become tougher

right where the blood was, right at the wound