I stitched words to my skin
the likes of which you'd never utter
I sewed them on like crosswords
so each meets each
so you can read me
any which way you like
at your own risk
because when morning comes
you'll have read my scars
onto your own skin
into your own mind
and we will share them
like a secret word
shared between intimate partners
woven into the sheets
and you couldn't say
whether you knew this yesterday
or whether it's all new to you
-o0o-
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