His fingers read my body like Braille, skimming the epidermis
Along the fine downy trail
We are on a scarlet sea
His hands in my mouth, my teeth in his bones,
Spitting the marrow out.
It hurts that he cannot see the curve, the words; the colors in me.
We chew like dogs on each other’s skin,
Hair and mucus, between the gums.
We claw and devour like rat infested ghetto women,
Noisy and messy, and full of need.
Blood, Bone, and Stone, Copyright © 2013 Aria Ligi published in VLP, Far From Home