Your knees

If your knees could talk I bet they'd have a lot to say.
They would talk about their close relationship with the floor as a toddler
And the metamorphosis of seeing the light when you learned how to walk.
They would rant about the wars they lost with each fall, and cringe about every scar left behind.
They'd tell you that they are indeed fragile and can't be twisted any which way.
They'd tell you to moisturize often.
They would talk of all the other knees they had met in moments of passion and how they became cartographers in your sheets.
They'd whisper the guilt they felt upon committing to more than one pair of knees and buckle at the fear of being alone.
They'd spell out the importance of crutches in old age and the value in another pair of knees to keep them company.
They'd tell you how important it is to forgive
and they'd kiss at the thought of true love.

My knees are talking and they told me to spread the message.