Cliche

In the wakes of true-love's-kiss
comes the waking of a thousand thirsts
we sit in each other's arms
holding onto everything so hard
that the thorns we've hidden so far
pierce every single patch of exposed skin
slowly flaying it from our bones
leaving us much more exposed
than we ever thought we could be
so I sat there thinking that this
"this must be what it's like
to be in the line of fire
wearing nothing
but your heart"