Day to Day Poetry, poetry

#64

Choosing to love is
ripping apart old skin
exposing vulnerable flesh underneath
wet, pulsing meat ready to be
pierced, torn and engorged –

or

engulfed in the old skin of your beloved
and promises of eternal care and
safekeeping,

destroyed only to
resurface,
molded together

yet

the only way to get there
is to stand alone,
a gaping, open wound,

trusting

waiting.

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