All the touching was sick
On the next day
We were soiled with your saliva
And your shit eating grin.
All your gagging and choking
Face full of me
You were stocked full of misery and my illness
Myself in your sex
In your violence
We never made the distinction between the two.
A machine made of youthful insecurities
You said you were wrong
And you wore me like that tattoo
A new lover, you and your kisses all over
A new shame you will wear me like your inverted cross.
