Skin is a harsh entity to encounter
When reality is full of glass and brick.
Too soft to call an obsession,
Too light to call a savior,
Too easy to bruise to call a lover;
Skin leaves much to be desired,
Especially when filled with holes and cuts.

The shards of sharp sunlight
You like to call hair
Fall into summer skies and winter storms,
Depending on your mood.
I can't but feeling as if I
Will never measure up or take the cake,
But I can possess every one of your cells,
Stand up straight,
And make you feel less isolated in the wind.

In the hours after midnight and before dawn,
I am the best I can ever be.
For three second before I hit conscienceness,
I am the primordial design all yearn for.
I can never see myself as a sacrifice
To a higher being for retribution for my vices.

I swear there is a summer breeze some where in my eyes,
All you have to do is lock the basement,
And stop troubling your footsteps with dead leaves.

I never lost any of the cut-outs you left me
To re-make into my heart and lungs,
After you stole them in the name of desire.
I am waiting for you to decide in love was ever a compromise,
A ghost in the dark,
Or a whisper on your thighs.
Like silk, you seem to fall from my hands,
Leaving me with a ruined jar of gold,
And a secret I still want to write on your eyeballs.

The ocean came to my window again,
Making me question why I was going away,
And not basking in a salt filled affair.
I still feel alone when the wind talks to the trees
And when the sun pours through my hair.
The desert would never tolerate such blasphemous
Desires to hide natural beauty,
But I find myself crying when doves fly away.

12/14/2003

Author's Note: i wrote this with andy l. leaning over my shoulder telling me about his camaro. So, i often had to quit mid-word and be impressed. Sorries if it has not flow or makes no sense.

Posted on 12/15/2003
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