Transfusion

carefully with dexterous fingers & searching eyes i steal the pieces of yourself & accept the freely given strips of flesh, new & bleeding in exchange, i try to cover every wound & opening with an infusion of my own blood, my own tender pink exposer until it all grows together some stitched & scared mass; half beautiful, half frightening built of all the truths, however dark or shining, we encounter as the layers peel revealing the increasing depths of color, shade, & texture ever closer to the elusive center