marks

bursts of red and blue
stars framed in bronze
soaked into my flesh
stained fast as day dawns

a brush of fingers or of clothes
takes me back to the place
and time we joined together
the story written on my face

those who call it sickness
the beasts that we become
have simply never felt the way
we feel when we get some

the fire in our bodies
the lightning in our souls
we tear each other apart
and press each other whole

you always win the battle
but i never feel oppressed
i always drive you crazy
but you never feel stressed

we do what we do in love
so hard that it leaves marks
maybe we live in peace
because we fight in the dark