
I’m a kaleidoscope of stains
Blood red birthmark on my spine
A temple with purple veins
One prominent sleeping line
All the bits that make me
A beauty in human-debris
Shapes, and colors for all to see
And if I truly love thee
Then I am soulful,
And free
Torso riddled with spots
A back with mild scoliosis
Pinkies with small dots
Fit legs to outrun my neurosis
An eye that sleeps
And one that can focus
Bald, because hair is not cheap
Yet, look at me
And whatever you see
Is the beauty or stain
In your own reflection
About the Creator
Henk Pretorius
I write stuff, including films, TV shows, etc.
I do other stuff too, and I have a wife.
We don't yet have a dog, but really want one.
I think the secret to life is to love it like a dog loves its owner.

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