still you before you said no slotting the world between i within you like splintered plywood god was tangled in our sheets smiling and tickled pink thinking six days and eden in each touch and home was skin on skin an onion waiting to be peeled down to the heart and i believed love meant joy and you and complete and love meant me. slivers abscessed drive away any kind of comfort and when i think of love (i cannot help myself) it is still you and you and