Scars.

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I want scars from you
My skin made a written word that no one can speak
Its meaning only read in your eyes
I want scars from you,
Not just from each kind touch of your cruel hand
But from every look, every glance
I can feel your eyes sharp on my skin
And each word, each hot breath at my neck
So the marks should rise up just the same
Secret poems and sacred names
I want to be your love letter to the world,
Many-folded, never sent and pocket-kept
But ever-meant and dedicated still
To each grain of beach sand, each fallen flower,
Every last blood-gold sunset