Wake up

Woken up too early.
Screams of adolescent pain
the angst of my teenage years, so close to fruition, beckon me once
again.

The harsh frustration of a lonely bed,
a place of dream, of fantasy - Dead

Its teasing flirtation lingers upon my lips
"your teeth on my skin", "your body on mine"
So passionate, so deeply wanton

The smell of the night before,
No, stop.
So many nights ago,

It tears through my rational, leaves me gasping for air
My chest feels tight,
I'm being closed in,
a stranglehold, squeezing, crushing

I roll over in protest
then smothered by my pillow,
I fall unconscious again.

Then to shaving, its twice daily Bain;
that again I have left for too many days.

At first it tickles,
caresses my skin,
as the 3 foil blades cut slowly in.

Removing the blackened, aged wounds of the days before,
cutting away at my maturity until I see the child,
staring and curious before me.

Always questioning, always asking why,
Taking things to my mouth, curiously feeling the soft moistness of a
lovers kiss
without any concept of the bitter cold hidden behind her beautiful,
memorising touch,
and no thought given to the hurt still to come.

Then the sharp piercing pain of burning, on this fresh new skin,
the cologne reminds me I've been here too long.

Looking closer I see the scars, upon my new skin,
of where the blackened wounds have fallen before,
a little slip, a lapse of mind, a press to hard to ease my find

and there runs a bloody tear down my face,
so beautiful and pure, a crimson red, flashing across the dawn,
as I lay in your arms - a better place.