this could hurt and it will.
it drags your bones
under your skin
leaves you naked
in the droning love
you’re drowning
so blissfully
in
it spells your name
without vowels
and leaves a dagger
to fill them in
you dress the wound
but remain naked
in the fire
of your
sin
you know the words
but they’re gone
you say them anyway
and nothing happens
then you say
them again

old habits.