Mmmm...your belly scar.
snakey sinewy exclamation
with the point behind your button fly
where once scalpel slid
and suture stitched
now a permanent living
band-aid made
of D.N.A.
cellular sculpture
on another disfiguring
on you
art
taut tantalizing texture
waiting to be read
like secret language
makes me want to touch and trace
tongue and taste
revere
and hear the story told
dangerboy on his dangerous toy
chicks do dig scars
I want to see it above me
and then below
I want to know
your belly scar...
aaiiee! krix, you took the words right out of my mouth. touch and taste. somebody get me a fan, it's HOT in here...
Posted by: Lori on October 6, 2002 10:43 AMMy God Girl,are you trying to kill me here? Now I'm looking for that old pack of smokes I stashed somewhere. Now where the hell did I put them?
Cheeze Whiz..... Lot's of Cheeze whiz...
DAAAAMMMMNNNNN........
Posted by: Tyler on October 6, 2002 02:16 PMOhhh! I like.....now I don't feel so bad about my belly scars!
Posted by: Da Goddess on October 6, 2002 04:37 PMThanks ladies, every bit of him is its own inspiration.
Posted by: krix on October 6, 2002 06:44 PMmmm, belly scar poetry. love it. the scar and the poem. =)
Posted by: kat on October 7, 2002 02:25 PMThis is a favorite because the words just flowed one Sunday morning. One day I'd like to recite this in a coffeehouse.
*snap*
*snap*
*snap*
Krix, fantastic poem, do you have a photo showing how the scar looks below the navel? You can always e-mail me.
Posted by: janice on January 5, 2003 04:20 AM