Skinned
I want to splay my fears and hesitations full out
Open-legged, exposed, indulging in calculations
Of all the uncertainties and fuckups on balance
Teetering, tempting me to sink into their comfort
The solace of a path well-worn, familiar, close-fitting
I want to prepare myself for the worst
I want to let the possibilities of disaster be known, in case
Slip on the cloak, half-disappear, safer now, shielded
Saturated down, translucent so it can't stick
You can't hold me down, fight me, break me, leave me
Yanked from my pedestal of knowing what I know
But I will not settle down again
Blocked into a place of reason, reassurance, gripping
I do not want the confines up, censures gauged
I want to take off my tie, my noose, my corset
Keeping these words in, but letting the rest out, breathe out
Knowing opening up to not knowing, a permeated flow
I'm peeling, pink and sensitive and fresh
I don't know more than ever, with new eyes blinking
Ha I laugh at the unlearnable learned somehow unthinkable
Held onto all the thorns letting the blood out beautiful red
Melancholy and it's brutal romance slip down into black lace
My nakedness is loud, shaking with thrill, now facing forward.
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