My Skin Bleeds For You
A Poem
These pinpricks dot the way to my heart a path less traveled, but adored a whirling dervish of love and hate and abject confusion about what is, or what is not, this thing we call love
My skin bleeds for you not because it’s been cut but because my heart beats so quickly that the blood from my veins seeps through My arm is just another vessel of desire, another way of saying I want you
These pinpricks signify the path, the one of least resistance, but the one untold You walk blindfolded through the forest just to find me, waiting by a waterfall my skin waiting to be bled
My skin bleeds for you because you deserve it small pinpricks of hope of what could be a destination told in droplets a manifestation of dreams lost Just you and I, our skin, our blood
© Jonathan Greene 2020
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