Nudity is Only Skin-Deep

It was cold that night.
Though I was sitting by the fire I was still shivering.
"Are you cold?" asked the boy next to me.
I nodded, and he put his arm around me.
He was warm.
"Are you still cold?" asked the boy on the other side of me.
I nodded, and he leaned up against me.
He was warm.

I wasn't cold anymore
until the boy across from me called me a slut.

You rest
on the stairs
head thrown back onto outstretched arm
And if I hadn't killed you myself,
hadn't stepped in the blood that fills your shoes
and sops your hem...
Well, if I hadn't we wouldn't be here
like this now, would we?

And so I sit alongside you
Gazing up at the ceiling with eyes as alive
as yours are dead
and I wonder
who shall fill my shoes when it's my turn
to rest?