This flesh

You never left a single mark
on my body for me to trace back

to the moment you thrust
your fingers into me, those

minutes your back arched
toward me, mindless, needing.

All of my other lovers left
their marks – half moons

blue, yellow, and roughe
on the flesh of my collar bone,

my neck, my hip. You are not
gentle, but you leave me

after every passionate morning
pristine, intact, at peace.

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  1. interesting…. i feel like i want there to be a little more to this one somehow, though i like what’s here.

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