He sat there and watched her undress her heart.
She unbuttoned her scars,
One by one,
And let the shame fall into a crumpled heap on the floor.
She said take me;
bleeding as i am this love.
See yourself in my brokeness,
let my shattered pieces rebuild you.
He touched her pulsating insides.
Drawing strength from her heartbeat,
she gave, and enfolded him with peace.
Her breath a cool breeze in the heat,
A song in the stillness of the night air.
He cleansed himself in her shed pleasure tears
that comforted his own weeping soul.
A penny for your thoughts he said,
“No money can pay for these mistakes i made.”
As he clawed the ink from the pages to dry my eyes,
Little did he know he’d made me realize,
that the beauty that lies skin deep,
Is the same beauty that makes many of those sleeping weep.
As my thoughts smudged on paper,
In an attempt to fill the inner crater
His voice shook my core so i ran,
As if that would cover the emotions exposed,
From my heart’s crypt that i’d thought forever closed.
Incessantly my bell as on his every note i hung,
And ravenously devoured his pained desire,
To fan and flame this dying fire.