There’s something devious, misshapen, and overgrown in me. I only allow it to come out in the dark when I’m alone with you.
I know you love that about me. I stare at the ceiling and tell you not to think about it. But you do. Your fingers scream it, your skin confesses it. Your lips are painted so thickly with it I feel like I’m drowning when you kiss me.
I leave your apartment covered in hickeys that I wear like merit badges under my coat.
Mine. Yours. It’s a conviction I can’t escape. The bruise pops under my skin.
Gee I like this, visceral & intense.
This has got to be a firm statement of true love. Nice job.