I Shouldn’t Have To Tell Him
I want him
to know me like that, to
memorize each birthmark
or bruise.
I want him
to know me like that, to
memorize each birthmark
or bruise.
I hear you—
the melody I can’t unsing
I can’t help but wonder whether the fire of your kiss will fade to a familiar warmth, or if your voice will become the track I hum to.
Your lips
have already written stories
into my skin.