We danced toward
each other's wounds

with gentle step
and touched inside

and now the bleeding
has resumed

and all this blood
is hard to hide.

I become afraid
of the sun -- I just wanted
love -- she burned me twice.

THEY’RE SORT OF LIKE SNAKES, YOU’RE ATTRACTED TO THEIR SKIN AND BEAUTY AND WITH THAT FASCINATION YOU FORGET ALL ABOUT THEIR POISONOUS FANGS AND THEN THEY BITE YOU, YOU’RE REMINDED AS THE PAIN STARTS TO FLOW AND YOUR HEART STARTS TO SLOW AS IT TRAVELS THROUGH YOUR VEINS AND KILLS YOU AND YOU STILL SAY IT WAS WORTH IT
(j.a)