If Desires Were Pinpricks

If desires were pinpricks
  I would be covered in spots of red
 Bleeding freckles, washed in pain
Rinse under the cold water, in the rain
Rinse under the hot water and be burned by flame
  If desires were pinpricks
I would have the constellations in my skin
 And all the starry universe contained therein
A wound, small and red
However seemingly limited
  Can become gaping, a hole
  A window to my raw and bleeding soul
 If desires were pinpricks
Then pull the bandages across my eyes
  Place upon them each a coin
For passage into a new day
   And let these constellations be washed away

Artist: Caroline Jamhour

For Ryan, For Paul

You grew from the delicate child of steel into the Metal Man.  I have a memory of you, twisted into beautiful scarred shapes, with amazingly sublime curves and sudden sharp edges. You can be warped. Beaten and hammered. You can be so hot as to melt and burn. You can be cool, firm, strong.  Your most intricate details are equal to your most mutilated parts.  Your beauty is in your unique flaws.

Because of this, you cannot be broken.