This body is a memory
Like a phantom ache
For fingertips
For lips
For fists
There was the rug-burn
I sleep most comfortably on my belly
Shirtless
No blanket
From when he brought the belt loop
Buckle pinching neck
The carpet not as soft
As curls of fabric
Felt like razorblades and fire
Skin so red and raw
Window open it cooled me like a slow breath
On tomato soup
There were days my body looked like tomato soup
This body is a memory
For the soft against my chest
Puzzle piece breath
In the ways I want to fit
I want to taste your mouth like a cannibal
Lips so full of blood I want to bite them
Some days I want you to single cell me
For simply the fight and the ****
This body is a memory
A gentle tickle
Some things I’d rather forget
Phone book bruises
Elbow torque and knuckle gut
Some things I strive to remember
Beer breath kisses
Head on chest
Hold you like an embarrassed birthmark
Because I don’t want my arm to fall asleep
But I don’t want to move you either
Nov 11, 2012
Nov 11, 2012 at 3:38 AM UTC
This body is a memory
Like a phantom ache
For fingertips
For lips
For fists
There was the rug-burn
I sleep most comfortably on my belly
Shirtless
No blanket
From when he brought the belt loop
Buckle pinching neck
The carpet not as soft
As curls of fabric
Felt like razorblades and fire
Skin so red and raw
Window open it cooled me like a slow breath
On tomato soup
There were days my body looked like tomato soup
This body is a memory
For the soft against my chest
Puzzle piece breath
In the ways I want to fit
I want to taste your mouth like a cannibal
Lips so full of blood I want to bite them
Some days I want you to single cell me
For simply the fight and the ****
This body is a memory
A gentle tickle
Some things I’d rather forget
Phone book bruises
Elbow torque and knuckle gut
Some things I strive to remember
Beer breath kisses
Head on chest
Hold you like an embarrassed birthmark
Because I don’t want my arm to fall asleep
But I don’t want to move you either
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