cold
My skin is so useless tonight,
afraid to be torn away.
It doesn't help me-
how do I feel?
Burning cold or stinging sweat-
sleeping naked should make it an obvious thing-
I don�t know.
I am afraid that your faults were only
in showing me mine in neat procession.
I don�t know if I'm cold
cold as New York City in December
when I turn 19 and you kiss someone else.
I might be cold when my face
is a picture lost under your bed.
Tell me what I feel like.
Sleeping naked is such an obvious thing-
am I cold?
I'm afraid that you were perfect.
Tell my skin it will be ok,
no one will be touching it
for a while.