There are huge gaping wounds on my body
Where you dipped your fingers into my flesh
Because you told me that you need to be covered in
my blood – like war paint – to be
in love with me.
If I close my eyes I wouldn’t have to see
the hideous scars, like black, yawning, abysmal
mouths, but I can still remember
your shaking hands
sinking into me and gripping me
by the bones.
And at that moment I understood
what being in love means.