scars to roses

No longer alone, my scars bloom.

ethereal

sunlight ripples across open curtains –fluttering cloth painted with shadesof white and yellow –light playing across your face –shimmering radiance controlled by a greater hand than mine – my finger trailing across your nose bridge,basking in the velveteen feel of your soft skin beneathcalloused fingers. sunlight glimmers and distorts,light caressing your yellow strands of hairtill