making your move

she had a long
deep scar on her leg
that you point to
and say, what's that?
shark bite?
motorcycle
accident? what
happened? but she
says that she
doesn't want to
talk about it.
looking away,
the memory obviously
still haunting her.
does it hurt, you
ask, can I touch
it? which she thinks
is strange, but
laughs and says, okay.
go ahead, touch
it. so you do. you
gently, with your
fingers,
feel the hard
ridge, the gully
of the peach
colored scar that
runs up the side
of her otherwise
wonderful leg.
after a minute or
two, you ask, can
I touch the other leg
now, I want to
compare and contrast.