Sunday, January 15, 2006

saturdays are for dying.

all the extra threads
get clipped and parted
stitches and sutures
wounds that constantly need tending
an awful gushing
of attention to detail

let's be honest
about our touching
all the work i do on my knees
packs on more weight in shame
than a clean conscious
could ever have

sex is just hugging
without meaning
fucking's just loving
without caring
so why would we
even kiss goodnight?

when you have nursed yrself back health
i'll miss this warm happy sadness.