Your canine marks are still embedded in
The flesh of my back, bruising mixed with tattoos as
Your touch makes another woman shudder
Bathed in earthly vagueness, head turned upwards
Longing to be desired while wrapped in still-white
Sheets, leaving early, looking less pure
Stripped bare of emotion because it looks all the
Same to you, black turns to blue
Turns to the yellow circling the iris of my eyes
Daffodils ring the centre of my throat
The only flowers that you ever gave
Are ones that mark my skin, then fade

3AM Thoughts // AKA “Clandestine Agreements Between Sheets.”