Out of all the apples, rotten and good, my heart chose you.
Out of all the soul ties begging for connection, my soul craved your spirit.
Out of all the wandering minds our intellects vine into a combustion.
It is there you left the fragments of your explosion,
scattered over all my skin.
You sunk into my pores and every cleaner cannot get you out.
Years of separation does not erase your road map of memories,
even when you were my second, my heart puts you first.
This week on Prompt Storm is Free Association Writing, Megan encouraged us to pen something without the aid of a prompt and He Is In My Skin came out even when I tried to suppress the thought many times. To be honest, I hate and love that feeling at the same time. Urgghh!