The Skin of Exitance

You are somewhere feeling my care

The skin of existence

There are no conscious decisions

Only a needle sending the puncture of desire

I sit and know this truth

Building within each riddle of words

Piercings of connections are mine alone

Evening came with a poem and a song

Notions point me to reason in my story

Words shift to reality and my feast begins

I have heart and a wealth in expression

Love steps into my collections of words and thoughts

Intricate reasons lost and found

Legacy begins in rewriting our stories

Singing praises of growth and pain

Talk to me of your passions

Let me know and be told of the love we hold

Be the tender story of a friend

We will play one more time in truth 

I will give you the same legacy with your tenderness.