Wisdom teeth,
Pulled out this week.
Tongue in cheek,
You carve her name
Through
Your skin as you sleep.
I could write an essay
On the way you hold your body
Near;
A novel on your hopes and
Fears.
I do not know her,
But she has left me
Clenching
At my flesh.
Nails red as wine.
She has left my heart in
Ribbons
At your feet.
Your face mapped out in
Scratches
On a stranger’s thighs,
And I’ll go home to my own
Tonight.
May 12, 2013
May 12, 2013 at 3:03 AM UTC
Wisdom teeth,
Pulled out this week.
Tongue in cheek,
You carve her name
Through
Your skin as you sleep.
I could write an essay
On the way you hold your body
Near;
A novel on your hopes and
Fears.
I do not know her,
But she has left me
Clenching
At my flesh.
Nails red as wine.
She has left my heart in
Ribbons
At your feet.
Your face mapped out in
Scratches
On a stranger’s thighs,
And I’ll go home to my own
Tonight.
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