Bruised Mornings

 
Darling, it's been forever
even the blush of your tulips
carries my blood.

You don't show much
you don't need to.
The nape of your neck and ear-
lobe is my kindling.

We should forget ourselves
and all the undesirables
that paradox our inevitability
while chasing the globes
of sweat running south.

You dismiss me so suggestively
which sparks my ready pulse
to just take;
to give without the given intention.

The serpent was coiled
by your implicative-fingers.
Hesitant fangs drip
with intense anticipation.

My eyes are for the blind tonight
who could read me better than braille
and she knows what's ticking
and she ticks just as loud
but I hope she knows
I will darken her doorway
just twice tonight.

I will sneak past the closed tulips
and shadow their sleep
for what I call the "last time"
again.

"Bastard. Never again." You'll say
but darling there's no blame here
just a winner and a loser
and I'm the one who's sorry
and I'm the only one fragmented
who needs your steady hands
'cause all I take is the flesh of you
'cause I know I'm too weak
to hold what I need.