Memories of W

Your tongue was

Sensual and gentle

You tasted like art

In my mouth

But there was

Something painful

Behind your smart eyes

I took off my clothes

And invited you

To explore me and

My tattered past

Traveled by men from

My broken history

And their boots left scars

But you kissed me softly

You told me I am beautiful

And one by one

My imperfections rested

Against you and

You rocked me to sleep