Her smooth skin tells all truths in gold hued white.
Of choices waiting, paths untried, of tears
uncried. It speaks of laughter, rapture, and
a thousand joys to come.

When womanhood arrives, so tremulous and
unsure, will she be marked then? Stamped,
with proof of trial or triumph? Middle life,
or marriage, childbirth, loss, divorce, perhaps
even love? Of these, which will imbue her flesh
with footpaths, hidden trails and secret ways?

When they do come, will the lines that tell the
story of her, be grown around her eyes,
like laughter chasing back the shadows?
Or will they come as furrows, gouging deep
sad grooves from her perfect, unlined skin?


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2 Responses to Possibilities

  1. Justin July 11, 2012 at 10:07 pm #

    Wow. Friggin’ wow. This makes me want to be a parent. I guess I’d have to find a woman to agree to this first. Or if that doesn’t work, there are some neato surrogates around the world that for a fee will carry the burden. Inspiration mang!

    • David July 12, 2012 at 6:36 am #

      Hahaha. Thanks! You could go the Arnold route. You know, from whichever movie it is where he gets super pregnant.

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