under the porcelain skin, healed wounds and scars

It is a search without a map

hide and go seek without a flashlight 

listening for the soft backbeat of your heartbeat 

slow steps toward your shoulders;  your lavender scented neck 

I am sure I will find you

but I know to  tread slowly

injured prey,  easily identified, 

hard to reach 

.

^{.thanks to AGP}