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