It's true yes, the truth of flesh
It's me and what I want to be
The sides splitting on the dress
going to my head
It's true yes, the skin pressed to breaking
on the bed.
to melt the clothes that hold us
from a simple state of being
where the lung gives taste to breathing
and the tongue gives shape to need.
to take my fear of falling and to bounce it on my knee
to try the shoes and wear them til it's time to turn them over
time to hold them where they held me, time to turn them on their head
forgo the trepidation, see the great reward instead
It's true, yes.
craving little bits of skin
to not be making next of kin
to drape a special someone 'round my straining aching neck
to be the one to steam the sliding doors out to the deck
You don't have to do anything that you don't want to
But don't get up in arms about what others choose to do.
to feel the golden glow of breaking rules instead of bread
a simple pleasure safe in time
and clothesd and closed and always mine
The suture in the silence sucking safety from the net
falling in and comforting
conspiring to forget
soldering the skin to mine
the gaze is steady and sublime
pulling in and revelling like a magnet
sling back the chair without a trace of old regret.
It's true, yes.
It's true yes, the truth of flesh
It's me and what I want to be
The sides splitting on the dress
going to my head