We were on my couch, tangled up in each other.
Until you fell off, into the red floral pattern carpet.
I offered a hand and you pulled me down,
into the flowers after you.
So we stayed there, marking each others skin
with our teeth and your nails.

The morning after I looked at the bruises
on my arms, chest, and neck.
It still hurts where the carpet rubbed against my elbow.

It'll hurt till tonight.
When you'll come over
and replace my bruises
with new bruises.