Let's talk about skin...
Is it?.. a part of my body?
Or more than that?

All a matter of
Interpretation.

Some people think of skin
as
Fragile and easily scarred
Like mine.

Wrapping paper
that decorates
your heart and
Soul.

There are some
with skin
So Tough:
It is impossible to leave marks

I yearn for such skin
where the impressions of cruelty
are unable
to stick
to stay
to ravage
How much more damage
can my skin sustain?
Before it yields
and I spill out.
All over the
Cold
Hard
Floor.

Is the futility of life, the beauty of it ?

Chased we were into the dying woods
A mob of armored men on the crimson horizon
In all that I do, it was and is for the love of you

Fugitives are we
For what? A serious crime it must be
To fall in love with him and he to love me
Promised to another man I was
But I'll be ****** if I live a life without love

Jealousy of a man has derived
A bounty on your head dead or alive
And double the reward for my return
Every tender loving night with you
Will forever within me burn and burn

Bitter is the understanding
Between we two
You say to me "I'll never stop loving you"
Stopped in our tracks with a fruitless plea
He tells me to go back, that he'll always be with me
For he'd rather watch me from afar with another man
Than me be forever a fugitive in a foreign land

A stubborn gal I've always been
This argument presented, he knows he'll never win
I'd rather run forever or be dead
Than spend a night in another man's bed!

This hopeless romantic devotion
I am overtaken by fervent emotion
As a hail of arrows rains down upon us
I give my love one final embrace
And stare the reaper in the face

Every piercing blow testament of my intense dedication
I knew this love was not without ramification
His beautiful body I shield with my own
These dead woods will forever be my home

From dust we come to dust shall we return
Ain't nowhere to  hide ,nowhere to run.

Decades spent in building a whole human.
Only to disintegrate into grains of sand a million.

The ******* Waters of the ocean confined
By the intertwined fibers of the tissue fine.

Now Running amock like a  colt in a meadow
With a  beastlike agile motion
Yet finding its way back to the ocean.

Alas! Its Time to pay back the loan shark
The energy you borrowed from the universe so dark.

Like a quintessential burglar with some nerve.
You pilfer an ounce of that magical verve
To stow it away into memories of the sapiens by whom you were loved.
And To your ideals shall they endeavor to  serve.

Silence says much more
Than useless words we have said
Many times before