These Belong Together...

Skin

Shame.

Squeeze,

Fingernails,

Breathe in, 2, 3...

Not me

Not me

Not me

Then who?

Then who?

Then who?

Smooth skin slipping

Like wet stones

Beneath these fingers.

What strings pull them

That way, then this

As I try to find those lips?

Mistake.

Stupid.

Nothing there,

Merely smoke beneath my fingers.

That silken marble just as solid

As a broken promise on the breeze.

It isn't mine,

It's not for me,

But in a certain frame of mind

I let myself believe

With a dead drunk, sad caress

That this wrongness

Between we two

Could be a little true.

Murder

Lies, lies, lies

So sick of breathing LIES.

Look me in the face and

See the truth here in my eyes.

I cannot say the words;

They scare me.

(That's the truth.)

Hard as I try, I can't free me

And it's all because of you.

You knew, you knew, you really knew

I heard it in your voice.

Then, of course, I knew you knew

So I had no choice.

I laughed and called it stupid

Cocked, aimed, and I shot Cupid.

He fluttered, hit the pavement.

And with an ultrasonic crack,

That little darling Cupid

Broke his tiny back.