“I wear my garment so it shows”

(FEFA, track 1, v1, l2)

I keep it well hidden.
My body isn’t fresh off the rack
Bought from Nordstrom’s at a 50% discount
And slipped over the back

In this age of filters and fillers, nothing is as it seems.

But I still wear my orginal skin.
The scars mostly hidden under rumpled clothes.

You know this, right?

Do you remember what a real body tastes like?
The sourness of certain parts is unavoidable.

Have you grown soft as many men do in their aging?

Or could you look at these scars, the stretch marks where my body gave way my womb softened my belly moon,
The scars on the back of my hand, visible but faint now.
 I will not talk about it.

The story of a life written in flesh.

Can you accept the many ways the body breaks down
As only a lover can?
Fondness for
Fruit ripened and sweet 
The moment before the rott sets in.
The color of mouldering maroon

Or would you prefer to walk away?

This life together is not for the faint of heart, but for only for the stupidly determined.

Flume

Author’s note: this was the first BI song I heard 18 or 19 years ago and started this whole weird thread running through my life. The song stopped me in my tracks.