wednesday
my eyelashes form nerve endings
when your eyes touch me blue gray they change hands that are girl soft but fingers so long i am the only instrument you learned to play my music got us caught i bite down to skip my record bodies on your bed on other peoples mattresses one night on a broken road i left behind kneeprints crescent shaped scars are the only proof you taste green and warm in the hot air we yawn i walk on tip toes to reach every part |