La Danse

when i put all my blood
and guts
on the clean white sheet
where we once slept,
my arms become bruised
reaching for that night.
i wear no glove on either hand,
so i might directly touch your skin.
my mask is on the floor
by your shoes and socks;
one candle burning.
we need nothing more to walk
together, hand in hand,
but we should dance
before the paint has a chance
to dry.