some soldier 2

His hands are incredibly cold
and smooth as glass. They slide over me and
although I've never held a snake
i have to imagine that's what it'd feel like.

Once my mother told me the "hands don't make the man"

"slick as oil, just another set of hands" i tell myself.

Leo is in the house of venus. 

Together, we are pillow children
whispering back and forth 

about the things that wait

outside the comforter

now i force you

to pull the covers up over our heads

and I'll pretend I'm your girl from Germany
the one that broke your heart over a glass bottle.