1/22/08

Baby I'm amazed at the slice of me you take.
Ashamed because I give it willingly, you smile as you sink in.
Blood runs through and out issuing forgiveness but none for you.
You had your share.
So let me slip back,
away from your fragment flashbacks
that seep in forgetfullness.
Have your day 500 miles away.
The snow can't touch me here.