April 15, 2003 - 11:22 a.m.
the blood beneath my fingernails.. lays quietly.
to the naked eye, i'm scratching away
those layers
of us that have kept us apart.
i cut my teeth on you.
made my lips crack and bleed, roughening to your touch, until our mouths become slippery and our words slide silent between teeth
I brought my clothes off,
to your house, to get myself clean
the only safe way to protest my own
common sense.
the past bruises present as old blood washes away,
the fresh flood scrapes a clean slate on crisp sheets light falls blue through those curtains that came with the room, but somehow seem to suit you.
