You shed your skin -- I watch the pulsing of your flesh. You are
An open wound, and every touch would hurt, when you are seeking
My tender touch. You lost the gauge of measurement -- your nights
Invade your days, your days pursue your nights, when you are dreaming
About my skin. You broke the rules of chess, forgot the code
To reach the hiding-places in your home, changed definitions,
And signed your name upon my breath. You planted on my slopes
Your eyes -- they grow inside, I feel them stir down to my instincts.
I opened all my doors and windows, stripping to the skin.
You watch me from within my naked flesh. You make my breathing
Exhale the mantra of your name -- if I don't catch the beat,
It hurts. It hurts, when I forget I'm carrying your image.