Qaseem Poetry

My skin is no longer,

For all I have is a hide

Of scars.

And yet you kiss me.

I have not lips

But a gaping wound.

And yet you kiss me.

My eyes are not windows

To my soul

But bombed out reflections

Of a man who used to be,

And yet you kiss me.

My heart is a broken,

Blackened shell of

What was.

Yet you plant your flag

And my courage rallies

To your love.

And yet you kiss me.

All you need do

Is look at me

And I know that I am

Safe,

That I am home.

And yet you kiss me.

All you must do is look

And say I love you

And I am whole

And yet you kiss me.

Poet: Sean M Creef