And so we stand: network of scars,
shadows of arteries and veins
pressing up beneath the surface:
nakedness, not quite beyond
the nakedness of bodies,
exposing concealment
in place
of something raw and beating:
the almost invisible suturing
of secret hurts
evading lips and knowledge –
shadows like smoke touched
and unknown.
After
the tracing
of each tuft of hair,
each inch of skin:
the stopping up
of openings
where unravelling
may begin.
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Mesmerising.