Toughening Up

Bestial dreams do wear me thin,

The night brings lovers,

Wrapped half in damask,

Part silken other.

I query the resting of the head.

The slam of our hips

And I swim in the bed.

And all the things that leave unsaid,

Shake me sideways into sadness.

Not that I regret my badness.

Letting you love me is madness.

Soon as the scars clear,

I am running like hot slake,

Down another slope.

To drip down sanely to the plain.

My body needs the cool of rain,

And not the fleshy lovers' game.