Would you memorise the constellations of my imperfections as your eyes trail across my skin? Would you see them as the markings of ancient beauty? Would you recognise my reincarnated path through the freckles on my hand?
Would you look into my eyes and see the many faces of my disguise? Would you recognise them, the atoms of my aura, would they teasingly tantalise your soul with their depth of knowledge and the knowing of having only just discovered, rediscovered, would you know? Would you recognise the imperfections s of my body, of my spirit, of my soul, would you know, would you love me anyway?
Karen Hayward ©2016 image and words.