Pungent dried petals
crushed and crumbled
into my skin.

My palm flat against my chest
grinding the blossoms
into my skin.

Sharp buds to score the flesh
until I’ve plowed the essence of you
into my skin.

Let me bleed, lavender scented and crimson,
against the blinding white of your shirt
and into your skin.

6 Responses

  1. Thank you for bringing everything so BEAUTIFULLY and sensorily home to me. Powerful. Wonderful. Love it. x

  2. I love the simple, strong structure. And that image of one bleeding crimson onto the other’s white shirt…do I remember it from a story, Ghost Marks, maybe? It is powerful. But more now: “Let me bleed…*into your skin*”–incredible.

  3. heavens that’s simple but searing, and so painful. The dried petals and sharp buds is very interesting, feels like you’re playing around with iedas of age and youth

  4. So vivid. I feel this for my lover, I want to take him into the very core of me in ways he does not even dream of being. Sometimes the ‘conventional’ ways of connecting are not enough, but I find often one person is willing to go further than the other.

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