11 January 2013

Marked for Life


scrubbing
til skin is raw
the steam
of bartered passion
sloughing cells
clogged with
cloying love
wanting
to be
clean of it
free of it
over it
wiping drops
of water
mixed with tears
off a body
reddened
by self-abuse
thinking
i've succeeded
standing
at the mirror
watching
ink appear
the whorls
of fingertips
cradling breasts
indent of lips
at the corner
of my mouth
imprint
of your cheekbone
in the hollow
of a hip
your voice
a tribal incantation
inking primrose
words of bliss
across my nape
and soon,
i'm once again,
covered,
head to toe
in you
realizing
how deep
you mine
for coal
beneath the skin
and knowing
i love you,
still

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