Skin like cashmere
Under your hands;
Fingernails drawing a
Flaming pink Spirograph.
From far away, my skin
Purples where hers is bitten.
I wear her soul like a coat.
Fingers are pressed
Into the bed frame as I
Drag my red Huntsman along
The grain of the wood
In a perfect line.
Now that\'s love:
The unbreakable bond betwixt
The cut and the knife.
As you sink into the bathtub,
Not much space from knees
To knees,
I sink my head under the water
And I suffocate anything
That could be construed
As something I learned
From you.
Your matte red stain
Was on every chin.
I left a red stain on the
Point of a pin when
I pictured you there,
Fingers laced in her hair
And red liquor on
Your tongue.