O.T.

Come into my arms he said

Naked skin to skin

Long nails, barely brushed teeth

The one he came from withheld so much from him

It wasn’t him, he was the sweetest little boy

The problem was in her not in him

She is fragile he said, about his sister

He protected her

I save bugs now because of him

I have dreams of being high together in a hot steamy bath

I painted with him, haunted paintings someone said

We were both haunted, I just put it out in the world

He just kept his inside

It came out through me

Skin to skin, always naked in bed

Green eyed boy with the gray in contrast

Beautiful boy, so much inside

He was haunted, I could not exorcise the fear

I could give him the softness and warmth of my skin

With me, his  ghosts started to come out...