Bruise

Bruise

Not even a shadow ,not now
my skin has repaired to pink and ivory
the purple prose has gone
blue rivers follow their course
to the delta of my wrist
empassioned platelets stuck
hurled themselves into reeds of damage
the pulse of days beats
superficially
I'v healed but
capillaries still leak underneath
I bruised to the bone
pain lingers in nerves and synapses
ready to fire
the body remembers loss
when the mind forgets
everytime grief pulps someone
I am hurt again
a clumsy bump into a door frame
a few years ago
I was seeing you
as winter flooded into the muscle of spring
and touch meant something else