Bandages-- that's what we are,
you know, the bandages on each other's
heart. And if we stop the bleeding
for a while, is that so bad?
Ah, but you will find, too soon,
all too soon, that I must stab
myself again and yet again.
There is no cure in your kisses--
only these moments of forgetting.
You will learn this and who, then,
will bandage my fresh wounds?
Stephen Brooke ©2004