Sunday, December 3, 2006

Bruises

I will be marked after fucking you
These marks I will wear proudly
Medals won in battle
Make me kneel at your feet
Make me want to
Kneel at my feet
Want to
Make me want to be yours
Let me be yours

Kneeling together…Belonging
Found

1 comment:

openeyes said...

strong words. the feeling of wanting so badly to be with someone, to make love is so present in this poem. And The first line is terrific.