You send my skin away
Wrap it around your long
finger
High-dive off of your
painted fingernail
Slalom ski the rivulets
of my joints
Moles like lily-pads
float along the surface of my back
But part as you wade
through the reeds there
Call my sins from the depths
Red rich water of my
soul
Count for me the times
I’ve said I’d miss you
But never really did
Toss your head back and
scream my name
Put your weight on my
chest
Empty your lungs
Leave your heart on the
stand beside the bed
Where the yellow light
falls
And the empty pages of
your leather book lie rusting and asleep
Take your brush from
beside the sink
Find your panties on the
floor
And get the hell out
11.2012
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