Fear Of Commitment Poem by Dana Lamb

I dont remember when the great fire came

Blackened burned charred skin

Its quite painless when you touch it

Its always been this way

Yet sometimes beams of affection

Stealthy treacherous rays of sunlight

Tease the burned skin with their needles

And veins burst open with their colors

Still you cant paint poems on your burned skin

Or tattoe permanent commitment on it

There wont ever be lines, wrinkles, cellulite

No gentle touches, caresses

Scared, disabled, deformed skin

After the great fire came or was it acid

They poured on us day after day

Till we learned to love our burned skin

And our nerves became deadened to the human touch