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Sunday, October 22, 2006

As Implied

you come home bloody
pale skin painted black
and blue with your bruises
chill lips and chipped tooth

and i wish you needed me,
the way i need you

i peel off your shirt
you step out of your pants
as you lean up against me
your arms weak and cold

and i wish you needed me,
the way i need you

wrapped tight in my arms
guided soft to the waters
i slough off the dirt
and the shame you've dragged home

and i wish you needed me,
the way i need you

i bathe you and dry you
take you into my bed
curl you close to me so
you can do this again

and i wish you needed me,
the way i need you

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