frail (drop of blood in a glass of red wine)
Let me come over, I can waste your time, I'm bored
Invite me to the war every night of the summer
And we'll play G.I. Blood, G.I. Blood
Invite me to the war every night of the summer
And we'll play G.I. Blood, G.I. Blood
i am frail and so are you
we have lived egg-shell lives us two
mostly separate but never apart
even before we met
and during our silences
when you shut the door between us
all whispers closets and tip-toeing
sock-footed over carpet
so no one would know
i am a drop of blood
in every glass of wine you drink
you are the slice of lime
in the beers i cherish like water
•
i drive alone some mornings
listening to songs that make me cry
writing these poems to you
about you and for you
my sheep among the laurels
that i cannot tend in my frailty
•
on one of our secret days
we walked naked
through your childhood home
and then stood at a counter
to look through a family album
side by side unknown to anyone
•
i am worth it and so are you
hand in hand and naked
in the sunlight where everyone can see
shouting and doors wide open
walking without fear or hesitation
to the us i will not let disappear
like a drop of blood in a glass of red wine
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