Step Up

do you torture me?
or do i torture myself.
never having felt the things
you shot me with
i've nothing to compare

to this.

i used to walk so
high. stepping tall along
the pavement, letting my attitude
run straight through
the heart of me

into you

only you never saw me walk
like that, you never let me
step to you with firey eyes.
not that i would have,
it might all have been in

my mind

like this, like this heat
i'm sweating out every passion
we ever consumed, rewinding
all the tapes, letting the needle
drop, staring at the prick

of blood

small now, a worrisome
dot. a queasy premonition.
i don't want to sleep in
bloody sheets. you could let me
walk the pavement stepping

so tall

again.