Friday, December 18, 2009

Easily Flayed

Your claws are sharp, my love,
going deeper every pass,
scarring skin
and now bone
in the depths of me.

In the depths of me
you pass through like wine
clouding boat and sea
until all I feel are waves
washing over me.

You leave marks like treads
so I can see your path
but never follow.

It's how you conceived me
only momentary
and translucent,
easily flayed.

(written 8/8/09)

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