After You Go Home

Another working title. January 7th 2014 1:31 AM

I can smell you on my face and hands.

Feel you on my sheets and in my hair.

See you on my skin and the backs of my eyelids.

You hang in the air and linger on my fingertips.

Your voice whispering dirty stories in my ear.

Close your eyes in the dark and tell me

that's not my teeth you feel on your jaw.

Those aren't my nails you feel dragging down your back,

pressing into your shoulder blades.

Licking up your spine.

My hips are yours, my lips are sore.

My body is your broken home,

come and use me for my empty bones.