Tattoos fill the skin
Like paint to a canvas
Scars get covered
Like light consumes darkness
She understood his scars
His pain, his soul
And when his arms became bridges
She was inside a cage of tapestries
A flesh art museum without walls
Their bodies together,
Like a renaissance painting
Michaelangelo, Picasso couldn't compare
Because The love they made
Caused them to forget the scars that were even there