"Human Canvas

November 7, 2018; Extended Metaphor

Body spreads across bone,
canvas stretched across wood.
Waiting for a story to appear.
Freckles tell of days spent in the sun,
Scars speak of scraped knees and crashed bikes.
Birthmarks are simply brush strokes,
Against the pages of soft flesh.
Poetry seeps from our pores,
Weaving between bony fingers.
Our memories and histories silently told.