intimacy (poem)

🫀intimacy

flesh burns, it itches my yearn

i crave brutal touch

but the man leaves his mark

and it stings with love

love me to death.

milk my heart, milk my valves to

lather my flesh

flourish in red, I bathe in my bed, my sweat,

my tears, my red. 

soak the cotton

kiss the rotten

love the forgotten