I want to get you naked <br />to see the outlines of your ribs, <br />your imperfections; <br />every last one that make you feel insignificant- <br />all your flaws and blemishes, <br />all your discolorations and blotches. <br /> <br />I want to do this blind folded <br />in our bedroom after-hours, <br />after the sun leaves us cold, fending for ourselves <br />to find warmth like scavengers <br />on the last day the world would turn. <br /> <br />I want to get you naked <br />to see the curves and canyons of your soul, <br />and to lick the scar that you bear <br />from whence I was born.<br /><br />Amberlee Carter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-dent-in-his-chest/
