your 6 lovers and me

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.