Passages
Blood rises to meet your chin scraping my back
I lie on a bed of nails to simulate this feeling—-
not you holding me down but my body blushing.
How many times have we been through this? Last night
I dreamed of an endless hall of curtains. Heavy, velvet.
One after another, I pulled them apart, pushed myself through.
My arms were sore in the morning. How many times
will we talk about this before something changes?
I go to bed in a red kimono & wake up in a cool blue room.
When we are finished, you caress me with our silk,
paint roses on my tender & inflamed skin.
Even our bodies, wide awake, are consumed by image.
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