latch
February 18th 2008 04:51
The confines of my skin
Let you know where I begin and end.
And if there's doubt
just look at my fingers and toes
or my hair
because that's where I start.
If you throw words at me
like spinning discs of steel.
I can deflect the blows
I am defined and strong
Because I have not let you
confuse where you and I begin.
But if you kiss me
You are not outside me anymore
And if you speak gently
You are not outside me
Because I have lifted the latch quietly
And you have crept into the dark parlour
With dark wood floors and paintings on the wall.
So I have boarded up that door in case
And trembling, taken the paintings down
For the day when you may try
And I may give in.
Let you know where I begin and end.
And if there's doubt
just look at my fingers and toes
or my hair
because that's where I start.
If you throw words at me
like spinning discs of steel.
I can deflect the blows
I am defined and strong
Because I have not let you
confuse where you and I begin.
But if you kiss me
You are not outside me anymore
And if you speak gently
You are not outside me
Because I have lifted the latch quietly
And you have crept into the dark parlour
With dark wood floors and paintings on the wall.
So I have boarded up that door in case
And trembling, taken the paintings down
For the day when you may try
And I may give in.
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