Poem: Human maps

feeling of comfort flows over

as I hug my legs, and pulling

 the weary knees closer to the heart,

like a foetus, comfortly floating and not

demanding anything, funny how we litter

our minds with things, how we surround our skins,

pushing us further away from nature,

how we expose our bare skin, but hide

our hearts, as if it takes a miracle

to find love, gently the curls tickle

the skin, playfully reminding the magic

the body can sense, so many skins we shed

in process of developing the current

personality, yet it's hard to put a finger on

what stayed the same, strange to imagine,

it only took two cells to start building a body,

what do you call a mistake?

our skins, a perfect map

and we love the person

who lovingly discovers

all the bruises, valleys and gaps

and still sees the perfection

of the being within