cut your ring finger. delicately
taste the blood.
lick it off.

Does the flavor suit you?


Twist a handful of hair the way he might
and let it fall back against your neck

-- gently undo all of the actions he has done.

and kiss your own stomach, the way he did, the way it made you shiver out of what could best be described as a blend of ecstasy and anxiety,
how the very touch clung to you like heavy wet cotton,
how the moment permeated through you, held you, and for once, you knew what it meant to be sated

the moment still lives in your throat and is born again whenever you sing.