Hurt...

Lay your lips upon my bruise,
Kiss the blemished skin,
This is the moment I would choose
To let your spirit in.
My thoughts are broken, my soul is weak,
The vagaries of life have torn me,
A world of wounds when I speak,
Eyes that cannot be free.
In the air I smell your scent,
The perfume of love's own giving,
In your eyes I would be content
To find a reason for living.

So place your hand beneath my shirt,
Against the place where I am hurt.