You’re like blood

Running vertical down my arms

You’re like mud

Caked over hip bones 

Swirling down the drain

With gurgles and moans

Whispering the ***** sins

That put you there

As I turn clockwise

In the shower

Letting the anxiety rise

Until it bubbles over 

And washes away

Like an old lover.

Like you, down the drain.

No longer molding my body

Or kissing my mind. 

But I know you’ll be back

Because you build up

Like dirt in my skin

Or blood in my veins 

All the same, yet one of a kind.

Because there’s something

Awfully 

Romantically

Addictive

About the slight of your hand

That lovingly cuts me open.