There Was A Time (From the Archives #6)

Back then 

-you know when the scars could scab

as easily as fruit going ripe- 

the bloodshot shot eyes

of a wounded liver 

couldn’t keep me from running

into the libido 

of a one-time lover. 

~N.V. (written on 27 March, 2014)

Note: From a much larger, coming-of-age poem I wrote titled 'There Was A Time'.