Bruises
On my neckline
Where harsh kisses were trailed
To give a sign.
Daydreams
Filled with nightmares
Disappear with gentle
Sand-man touches.
No leaf
No sharp needle
Or illegal substance
Just me and you.
Crazy.
Odd. Tired. Hold my
Dismembered, pained, body
So I'll be fixed.
Drinking
Down some whiskey
Until numb, rough hands, find
Some softer ones.
My voice
Looks for a song
To sing your broken tune
'Till it's finished.
But though
I search voices
I'm not afraid to say
That I like yours.
