you might not ever love me
like you loved her
when the sheets were on the ground
or on the bed
and you might not love me
as much
with bruises on my skin
from your bite
because my skin will not ever
taste quite as sweet
but you will love me
with different mattress springs in your back
maybe not quite as big
but when her hips are washed away
by time of us together
you may not love me like you loved her
but you will love me
with my earth filled scent
at night, not quite as much
you will love me
but you will love me different