our lips are sore
black and blue,
beaten down by you
but I missed them so
your fingers should feel like
returning home
but I’m embarking on unfamiliarity
set aflame in this dawning room
its all exposed,
your mistakes and bloodshed.
red follicles in your head are ignited
by my outer blight
when once it mimicked my lipstick
on your inner thigh
so aggressive
yet my neck is passive
in the grip of your knuckles
clenching my teeth
your skin melting in between
rigorous hips
eyes staining my soul
drop by drop
drink up baby