Mourning Scars in Carrollton

A villanelle

He says, I believe in the trinity

So I unveil like scars upon my arm

The closest I’ve come to divinity

They say waves crash into infinity

That virtue floats away in tides of harm

He says, I believe in the trinity

That year, I slipped into affinity

His bell compelled her oft rum southern charm

The closest I’ve come to divinity

Blush room, his loss of masculinity

White falls in bed, he waits upon its swarm

He says, I believe in the trinity

Frequent the haunt far from proximity

I dread egress from enclaves that are warm

The closest I’ve come to divinity

And like the morn after virginity

Now I can see like scars upon his arm

He says, I believe in the trinity

The closest I’ve come to divinity