Tuesday, May 16, 2006

first new times.

Purpley and pretty
Bruises all over me
All over you
Skin torn
Flesh and scabs
Burning and loving
Begging,
you’ve been holding
damaged you
and
Hurt me
like a first kiss memory.

So may we fall all over again
And never reach the bottom.

May we reach inside of each other
And find parts
We never knew
Find the pieces in me
That I had never known
I will recover things in you
You never realized.

I like the way you hold your gaze right before I talk.