boy,
let me tell you
I won’t let your
“bloody” past
take over my present

and she’s more
in a summer look
tanned, blonde
warm inside

you will always gravitate
towards that sunshine corpse
even as you –slyly- sort of
move that symmetric attractive
face nearer mine

I enjoy it more
when I get to litter my winter world
with dead black eyed susans

you stare
(guilt? Maybe)
safe in the warmth
as I leave to walk home
snow, black, stars collapsing
behind
- Yes, even I, the innocent, inexperienced slut does not
want you for longer than a couple hours –

and I see the question
always there now when you look in my eyes,
when did they become a healing bruise,
yellow appearing in the midst
of blue, black, and white?