in the headache blue bedroom light

of the morning

we were entwined

sticky and slippery

and you opened your moon blue eyes

wide like a child

and told me so earnestly

about your life

that I began to regret

allowing you into mine

overcome by your sadness

i backed away

as you pleaded with me

i backed away

into the tangerine pink october morning

i backed away

so i would not run away

screaming