Remember the day your friends were comparing scars? On their arms and upper thighs
They asked you where yours were and you said,
"Inside."
Did they know then, that your scars still burn when you touch them? That if you think about them for too long, you are right there again?
They asked you if they could see yours and you said,
"Sure."

My fingers itch to coast along your sensitive tips
Each sigh and tremor enough to make me remember
What spring sunlight feels like
After a long, dark winter