Scars

on the blanched pages of my Body
i have marked
incidents
experiences
time
moments
there are
Scars
bruises
 lines
engraved at places
a kiss
a touch
a look
still etched in there
hate
ditch
spite
isolation
pitched with black

to live is to love
or in the love
i should live
where the blackness came
the source does exist
why the scars are their
on the skin so sheen
they are time begotten
painful and queer
a bath
an eraser
cosmetic lotions
can remove
which have absorbed
down deep?
in doubt
i lay
with the marks
i move
EveryWhere