I will write you out so as not to forget the way
My body felt
After being pressed against you like
Young, molded flesh warming the marble of Venus
Milky desire dripping through the oils on your desk
Sage staining your fingers
Kisses to bites to limbs intertwined
As you grabbed my hair
And sunk into my thighs
My hands were sweaty when you held them
And you pulled me tight
All in one direction.
I have been ripped into scraps
To be fed to the greed and frustrations
Of shameful men,
Too scared, too angry.
As I grow older
As my skin begins to fold
And my legs grow weak
From more than just thunderstorms and butterflies
I will remember
True loves that remind me to hold fast through all the
Empty, rueful feelings felt as I was held
After faked orgasms.
I will remember you all
Like the faded stretch marks on my breasts
Traced by whoever decides to look close enough
I will leave pieces
And you will take your entire life to forget me.