Dosed, or Which self is it that Shows Up?

We were laying on sheets red like the rising sun
burning up like it too
in each other's arms spread like the sky.
you held me close and said
i don't let people in i'm afraid
i guess
of getting hurt.
we talked about music
the floyd and the peppers but just briefly
heads full not of ideas but
nothing
mouths full not of words but
each other.
i left you that morning at six
awkward and with an audience
parting words and lips
for a kiss quick
on the mouth.
does anyone ever really know
anyone
i asked
without knowing
the answer
to even that

Joke's on you

look boys
oh yes
take a good look
wont you
you who sit across from me and laugh
like i don’t know
at what
at
the blush of life that hangs heavy
heaving
at my chest
take it in imagine
it
bare
bared tan against the white of your youth
look and taste it
life
i don’t care because
to you
it blooms full and hard at my neckline
but inside
i’m dead already
And you’re just fucking with a corpse