Diary of her skin

Sauntering, spent sight, absent
he was silver-tongued, and orotund
rich, like December guilt
whose subtle lips, and tender kiss
gently pressed against her wrists
in November

A gifted pretender

Remember,

Having read the scars
that span the quiet walls
felt her Braille skin
sheltered, fingers trembled
delicately undressing
her forgetful flesh