show me your beautiful scars 

my love, do not disguise them 

they are your jewels 

there is nothing sexier than 

the tiger lily that has survived the long winter 

show me where the weight of the season stripped 

you of your bark

 show me where the axe fell down to split you 

show me the wound 

that they said would be the end of you - but wasn’t 

show me the place where you rose like valley floodwaters 

your scars are not blemishes 

they are the bright pastel colored feathers 

from your wild peacock soul 

show me my love where the bastards came to destroy you - but failed 

because your roots run deeper than the eye of the mantle 

their shovels broke before

 you did and now you are eternal 

show me the bloom of your injured perfection

 show me how you turned your scars into seductions 

and I’ll show a summer without end