Liquid Sorrow (poem)

There was once a time I told myself
I was happy in the body that held me
Yet I have long learnt that you cannot
Deceive a prisoner free
Skin is only coverage, after all
Scars- only foreplay to flesh
Though I have long learnt that the further you fall
The larger the scarlet-clad mess
And if you tell yourself that today
Is simply tomorrow’s foreplay
Then feel your veins fill with liquid sorrow
Because the reality is there’s no tomorrow
For you, or for me because we
would have to be
Happy in the skin that hides us
Content
with the
luxury
of life.