To Find That Smooth Line

I fumble for words just below my hurt,
Under scar tissue, sewn in against my skin.
I wish I could sing to you,
Bring a melody to the hard places, the calluses,
Ease away your pain.

Instead, we crack against each other like sandpaper,
Abrasive until we find that smooth line again.

Comfort, warmth, some semblance of a memory,
Saftety in a place all our own,
No longer tainted by the smells of our former selves.