You can get wounded in love
you can get wounded in hatred
you can read up on the past in the scar tissue
you can stay home licking on your wounds if you want to
you can have somebody else lick them for you
limbs entwined in roots and in seaweed
skipping stones naked in the Puget Sound
something closed up and something got lost
and I didn't even realise until it got found
so you can paint with invisible light on my body
you can be whoever you've got to be
you can headbutt me like a ram in the spring time
you can come on me like moss on trees
dancing and cooking and laughing and sweating
staring into eyes, open and not
playing and singing and talking and talking
and talking and knowing when to shut up