November 18, 2002

paper and rain

my gilded wings
  wash       black down my legs
  and mix with my liquid sin
  
  your skin like paper
  runs my words
  together     in uncommon phrases,
            ways
  my life has never
      fallen

  your skin like paper
       bleeds
   the
  truth
  from behind
  it all

  i offer my sin
  as the ink of  my soul
  for you justify  my words
              your pen
         bringing life to desire

  white     as bone
  wet     as rain
  layered in    gold
  with the tears     from my brain

before - after