Reading Veins

The setting sun
to soothe your nerves,
A fire if you’re cold.
An evening musk
to draw you close,
A lover you can hold.

Sorry if I’m
a little too strong,
When I refuse to break.
Even a rock
might crack sometimes,
So how much can I take?

But these aren’t cracks,
they are my veins;
My story, free to read.
Each one,
a life experience,
Because that’s how I bleed.