You can get wounded in love   you can get wounded in hatred   you can read up on the past in the scar tissue   you can stay home licking on your wounds if you want to   you can have somebody else lick them for you   limbs entwined in roots and in seaweed   skipping stones naked in the Puget Sound   something closed up and something got lost   and I didn’t even realise until it got found   so you can paint with invisible light on my body   you can be whoever you’ve got to be   you can headbutt me like a ram in the spring time   you can come on me like moss on trees   dancing and cooking and laughing and sweating   staring into eyes, open and not   playing and singing and talking and talking   and talking and knowing when to shut up