Salvage

Out For The Back 

I remember the coldness of the summer nights when I was young 

The sacredness of the spirit of hope on my tongue 

The satiable sweat dripping from my forehead 

I remember your skin

The iridescent blue hue that was carried when your words went in 

The appropriate direction your chest went as you breathed 

I remember pressing my chest against yours

Like petrified animals, barely making it thru war

The sensational feeling of my sweat against yours

We were only whores 

The deliciousness of your lips against mine

The climatic sweet nothings you whispered, as if I was a goddess and you were a pilgrim at my shrine 

I was everything to you, as your hands unhooked my bra from my spine 

We were only whores