just put it on myspace but maybe you'll see it here first

Poetic Imperfections.

Your fingers dance across
the scar down my arm,
as quiet as the flutter
of bird wings and my affection.

Your lips brush against destruction
criss crossed on my legs.
Long healed, long forgotten
in the absence of my bareness.

You kiss harder, as if to repair.
Then to my lips, something sustaining.
Pull me close, grasp onto me tight.
I'm afraid sometimes of melting into the night.

Holding my hand, guide me through.
The simplest gesture combined
with the strongest one of them all.
The irony has me distracted in amusement.

It was different than usual..
More fervent. More intimate. More sincere.
I'll pretend I need something as to retreat.
So I can scoop up my armor strewn across the floor,
Stripped there with my clothes only moments before.