My frail flaws

My dark subtle flaws hold a story,
A story that makes my skin crawl,
A story that seems never ending,
A story synonymous to my superficial denials,
Of what my windfall represents,
An experience beyond dreaming,

My flaws attract instant snares and glares,
Eyes blazing and teeth barring,
Instinctively alerting all my senses,
To the indescribable pain of fear,
Of a demonic fury that may befall me,
Waves of panic cruising through my entire body,

I wish I could forget them like two lovers do,
When lost in the passion of the moment,
Touching, twisting, turning, pressing and panting
Oblivious of anything but their bodies,
Riding around the world an being everywhere all at once,
With the world momentarily being their loyal accomplice,

But I refuse to let my flaws make me a pariah,
From a world that hunts me,
From memories that haunt me,
I will wear and sample them like latest designer outfit,
With a perfume of self-reclamation and pride,
Because after all they are my zealous possessions,
They hold the story of my golden moments!