I’m a smiling gun.
Trick you then treat you
To a taste of pain.
I taste of hate
Anger in my bones when you bite
Skin of plague and teeth of plight
How could you ever survive?

But I survive when she comes
I flourish in the black-spotted sun
I no longer want night unless it’s with her
And my only reason for day is to
See her face.

I wish for blindness, if only for a moment
A better sensation of touch
With lush uncertainty
Tracing every outline
The boundaries, where skin meets air,
my fingertips won’t cross.

In the morning I take her home
Go back to my apartment
I’m greeted by my roommates
And I shower.
Thinking about these nights
I have to brace myself with the tile

I get out, dress, and walk to class
She meets me in the hallway.
I lose my breath and almost my nerve as always
Talking to her is easier, but still
Hard at the same time.
I don’t want to mess up.
But Christ, there she is.

I can see again.