My leather jacket is my skin

My jacket is my skin
It covers my heart
From bitter winds and rain.

It knows how things are going
And how they've always been.

It fits to keep within
The meat in which reside my dreams.

It drank with me from silent waters
It felt with me, gently caressed by flowers.

It scorched itself protecting me
From lunging into charred eternity.

It holds inside the secret of my years
For it has gathered blood and sweat and tears.

And when I loved, it fell down to the floor
As arms embraced my naked soul.

And as it turns more loose and wrinkly
I know that times looses it's patience with me.