1 April 2010

-POETRY MONTH 2010-

I turn the silver and let the red flow
I call you and you come with a cake of soap
Baby, have you had your share today?
You lift your hands and they are slashed
You have.
I guide you to the porcelain tub
the miniature of an ocean
we step in, there is a flood

Displacement
It's turned red from your barbed wire wounds
Eureka
I think I understand you, I think because you've stained us

I wash your back and there are 40 lashes
You look for ones that are absent
I use make up darling, hide it all with just a thin coat
atop the surface
Cause they don't need to know I'm weak
Cause they don't need to know I won't do it on my own
and that I bleed like them
Baby, you're the only love I've ever known

You sit back with me, let our hurt be washed away
in the light pink sweep of sweet pea
the quiet bubbles of cherry blossom

you make it all go a little easier