| 36. SEDUCTIVE SCARS |
| Crane your neck, it's so sore from looking at the odds, overwhelming as they are. Tilt your head to imagine the truth. Don't get upset when you don't see me there. Are you getting dizzy from the heights, the blurring between nights? Raise your hands in error at this stained glass window and curse this concrete maze, engulfing. The scars are so fresh, so smooth, so beautiful. The one I kiss on your heart is most irresistible. Lighter than the rest, toughened from the rest. Can't you tell I'm struggling? I'm fighting to hang on. Feel my breath on the curve of your neck, so innocent, so tempting in this quiet room. It devastates self-control and quivers confident hands so that my hold of you is reduced to shaking. Shaking this bittersweet nightmare. I don't want to wake and blink it all away. The scars are seductive in likeness. Can I feel them without making you wince? The one I tease on your heart catapults my hopes, clenching our hands. Let's kiss a little harder. Will you let me feel you for what you are? |