I am bruised, lover, I am hoarse and sore
Your fingerprints, blue and fading
Indelible, still on my skin
Your taste is forgotten
I wait on the edge of my bed
Wrapped in my seafoam sheets
I wait to see if you will kiss me goodbye
Before you leave, like you always did before
Monday, March 30, 2009
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