Killing X

Scars deep and still bleeding from 3 year cuts. They ached daily
under the stress of loss and the reaction of surrender. Burning
inebriants are absorbed to deaden the sting, used as habit to replace
her. Until you. Then her is lost. Forgotten under words softly laid at
my feet.

You stand stripped naked of all lies in front of me giving yourself to
my torturous affections. But what torture? The pain of love's womb is
sedated by the touch of these tender flesh'd lips. The torture comes
not from love but from chemicals. Toxins burn my brain and force an
electric current to pulsate my insecure hatred.

But still you stand there. Arms outstretched. Finger interlocked with
finger.

My chaos rips in to feelings that cure and heal. The scabs my affection
has made are slashed off by the memories of love unloved. Hated,
inferiority, insecurity and fear plague my skin and tear steel through
my flesh.

But I look up and see you there. Staring.

With warm hands you take the steel and drop it in to a worthless
background. With healing tongue you remove the memories and dampen the
hatred. With softly breath'd words you heal the plague and end the
confusion.

Naked of lies, standing in front of me, you teach me to be honest with
love.