Battlefield Poem by Nick Downer

Battlefield



your skin, so perfect
is like a battlefield
soft, smooth, endless
jagged hills and holes
reminders of battles
fought and gone
i run my fingers
over your trenches
which still echo pain
your skin, so perfect
a reflection of you
a battlefield of pain
of courage, defeat
and victory
i want to skip
no parts of you
i love you exactly
the way you are
hold my hand, my heart
and we'll walk though
the battlefield of love

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Nick Downer

Nick Downer

Orillia, Ontario
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