and the loudness became quiet

Tombstone blues and hard
Rain pellets, pound
On brain with flash
Flood fear. Snarls
of hours spent drying
Up the soak of caught-
-in-storm mishap, of
Not-again head bow.

Skin wrinkled, skin split
Skin itching, veins begging
For old time baggage,
For late night trek:
Skin holds all, down deep
Even when I'm unclothed
Skin holds my arm back
Twists a knot. Makes a bow.

Springtime sun and soft
rain sprinkles, sound
In ears. She's here, at door.
I don't know who came first,
Sun or Lea, or
If they rolled in toget-
her... kiss muffles scream
Her words muzzle my lie.

Eyes smoky, eyes right
Eyes focused, veins begging
For nighttime quiet,
For new day dawn:
Holding hands, wrapping arms
Getting lost, being found
Hitting spots, holding stares
Hit the bed. Where we lie. 

          Our arms, scarred and bruised
          From our own sick abuse
          Of never wanting to really be
          Til I found you, and you found me.