tokens of war revised

[billy]

hi heart if you want the formatting just hit the reply button of this post and copy and paste.

In the chill of winter
  I shed my fragile skin
  dry as late autumn leaves
  it slides like a reptile against
  a stone.
Devoted soldier,
  I soothe my limbs in the
  salty sea;
  Weeping for receding bruises,
tokens of my battle.
On the shore a man
  searches for colors of
  the world and motions
  me to see shades of peony
  and russet at the horizon.
I cast my eyes toward the sunset,
  submissive as the sea.