So soft forgiving
is a new born's skin.
Through time
so little trace remains
of bites and scratches,
cuts and scrapes
of playground fights.
From birth the sharp assaults
on us begin.
But as we age
some signs remain of past abuses.
Pox or acne pits may show.
Incision welts don't fade
and wrinkles grow.
Black veins and callouses
and age spots last.
is the Newly-wed's fresh bond.
So much forgiven
by a sigh or kiss.
But silence, pouting, grudges
puncture bliss.
Attacks soon leave each
feeling bitter, conned.
Resilience wanes
as angry lovers spar.
Cruel teasing wounds,
sarcastic insults scar.

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Glen Fitch is a 16th Century poet lost in the 21st Century. Born near Niagara Falls, educated in the Catskills, thirty years on the Monterey Bay he now lives in Palm Springs. Retail not academics has paid the bills. Someday he will finish Spenser's "The Fairie Queene."

Last updated November 15, 2011