MarPoWriMo 17

What else could deliver life
but this thin membrane
a matter of centimeters
managing pleasure from pain

skin to skin a bond from age
to age wrapping monuments
in protective plastic sheaths
unexploded shells a few feet

from habitable domiciles
nowhere else to turn but sky
closing all alternatives against
flesh and bone standing firm

a thorn piercing the stiffened side
beasts born with luck a rough ride