Counting Scars

I warned myself to stay away
To keep true to the light
But frightened girls with trembling hands
Can't help but to fight

They tried to keep me safe from truth
From beauty proving true
From love and lust poured in as one
From something no one knew

Then wandering thoughts caught idle hands
With grace, an afterthought
Oh holiness, oh passionate
You're something, I was caught

Wrapped up in rage as true as yours
Yet without reasoning
I've snapped the bonds and jarred the hands
With spite, a seasoning.

An empty touch not mine to claim
A scent I won't forget
Your lovely skin, your heavy breath
Without my silhouette

(The title's not mine, it happens to be from my lovely muse.)