Rituals

I think there was something in your sex that put color in my dreams.

Now, late at night, I can feel your rough skin against my cheek. The weight of your body pressed against mine. I bite the apple of your shoulder and can taste it on my tongue.

You poisoned yourself so you could teach me things about my body and things about yours.

Rituals that can only be learned in sleep.

b.

red prints decorate me
the way face paint can do
the prints even change colors
they slowly turn blue

blueprints hug me
too tight i can't breathe
they even turn yellow
it chokes my belief

the yellow prints are fading
i choose to forget
i don't look in the mirror
it's too early yet

it will start all over
but for now i am free
of the blooming colors
i can't seem to flee

red prints decorate me
the way face paint can do
the prints even change colors
they slowly turn blue

p.