Scars

Lover, let me taste your scars
Run my tongue along them like a salve to their healing.
Having no anguish;a perfected man,I must live yours
Feel you heal as the loss leaves you less
Watch you struggle to mend and revive your soul
Where others discarded your flesh as debris in the wind
And as you sit there exposed and raw from it
I lie in wait,
Eager to sooth the past in carnal feasts
For my own desires; and yours
Intent on savoring in your pain