Flesh

Musee See where it burns in Titian's brush subsides along the cool Aegean stone, or twists in the fist-faces of Rome, our only mystery--flesh. There, uncertainty ends, or does it merely pause? The surgeon's knife reveals a shadow no surface contains, our laws are not what we do or vow. Yet surface is all, and scars-- the scuttled pains that heal. Observe how memory collects in flaws placed where they are most real. Or how, as flowers, the persistent leaf bears the color of its grief.