Little Scars
Rosie Cuckston
When I'm at your mercy
When I'm at your fingertips
It could rain all night on my nakedness
And I wouldn't notice a thing
Leave your little scars my dear
With your sharp words sculpture my heart
When I breathe hard on the cold glass
And my face disappears it seems;
Write your name in the wetness
And in the letters I can once more exist
And in the closeness of our breathing
I picture myself a million miles away
