Sand sprouts leaving traces of sea knots
Naked lovers ripening with each embrace
Tripping through landmines of uncertain love
Crevices of truth finger traced as if a masterpiece
Gardening fingers pruning and uprooting
Wires of shadows touching the shore
As the dust of flowers caresses the sky
Translucent kisses and enthralling truths
Chasing the song of the sun

The ink of the beast dissolving into the fabric of molecules
Spoonfuls of the ocean eroding my internal exhaustion
Incisions of affliction inscribing into my flesh
Vile anemic demise filling my lungs  with pebbles
A creek of whiskey snowflakes frosting my distress
Paralyzing my creativity and contemplating my death

You make my skin crawl,
Like writhing maggots beneath,
Like the innocent child's scrawls,
Tainting my canvas, my skin.

Your words, they pierce me,
Like the ***** of a needle.
Caressing, so fatally,
Over the scarred, raised skin,

The years of mistreat,
Has treated me harsh,
Showing meat so starved,
Brittle bones over skin.

The world! Such a joke,
Made of him, her and you.
My existence, mere smoke,
Our stories, nothing but skin.

For skin show where we've traversed,
The roads we have trod,
A beautiful canvas,
Of cools, brights and skin.

I am proud of my masterpiece,
It's whittled into my skin.

From the lines embossed to my chest,
To the intricate blend of colors,
The white spiraling scars,
Etched deeper than skin.

Here I stand,
Here I scream.
Proud of the bands,
That bind me as one, my skin.