tender_scars Sonya Those beautiful tendrils of flesh that he calls his hands are what I dream about. They are covered with scars from his childhood. I asked him if he'd ever let me kiss his hands. Perhaps it was the role reversal that made him hesitate before he softly said, "Yes". I had become so accustomed with having him wanting to kiss mine. I'd kiss his scars. They wouldn't disappear, but maybe my lips would hug them and he'd be comforted. It's all I can give to him. I would bear it all for him and I will. I will give him the love no one ever offered him. I'd kiss his scars, his lips, his heart and maybe I'd leave him smiling instead of scarred as all the others did. Just wait and see my love. 020224 ... misstree reminders, whenever movement starts to go in the wrong direction, of what happened last time. 020225 ... jinx The wound may be gone, but it still hurts to touch the place where it was. 020226 ... wicker man sudden movements tearing open and no stitch to seal them 020226 ... c r 0 w l finger wound slice by the knife opens and fills with searing lemon juice. 080207 ... auburn This thought makes me sad. 080207 ... jaen i still have a row upon my knuckles, from when i was careless & naïve. 080207 ... jane . 080207 what's it to you? who go blather from