i will kiss each one
of your knuckles
just to remind you that
pain and love go hand
in hand

but
oh
how we punish ourselves
with both poisons

and i cannot tell if it's
you or i that brings us
back to this repetitive idea
that love will kiss our
scars and wipe at our
tears with hands equal
to that of
satin bows found
in sewing boxes

but **** did you love
how satin shimmered
-DDF