your
spinning blue dress
twirling the tip of your needle point heels
on my hands
pricking my finger tips
drawing the red rain you dance in
melding the blue, to
purple
spinning the split hairs of my insecurities
around my arms
binding me
closer to you

You are a poem
Comparing your white skin to paper
Blue veins to blue lines
your story written on you
like the ink on this paper

I forgive you,
For all you've done
Come back, baby...

Your voice gives me a stutter
I have to m-m-mutter
Every insecurity
Every truth
Every feeling
Every lie

Your voice takes my breath
I have to write  
About the butterflies
The shaking
The falling
The m-m-melting

Your voice gives me shivers
Running down my spine
As your hand sends water-fall sensations down my back
I clutch my own skin to try to stay in myself
and
      I am
               m
                   e
                      l
                          t
                             i
                                n
                                    g

Fingertips
running over her hips
Your touch on her thigh
Has her screaming silent cries
As your hands go low
And your begging her to show
But she doesn't want to go
All the way
She tries to keep you at bay
But you are persistent
And she tries to be resistant
But your pushing is to hard
And your acting as if she has no heart

So she lets you in

**** you.