From the Rooftops
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Hickies
I think about the girl at the 7/11—
mostly about the hickies on her blue veined neck;
those greedy plumb leeches—
those wriggled beasts that have been smacked into her skin,
they are disturbingly pleasant things I think.
She hands me my change and I become
uncomfortable from my imagination.
Once a time ago upon my flesh two women drew
continents that sprawled like ink spills,
their lips and teeth scribed
messages of ownership back and forth.
Only the blood thirsty invent maps.
A world of gluttons maps its own illusions.
But you and I never used lust from tongue
and teeth to lip-mark our belonging
with bruised flesh dry of saliva
and purple to a public eye,
accidents once or twice, I recall.
We feasted every night though—
mapped each corner of who we were,
and are, and should be
until we knew we were no more
and should be no longer.
And now through the crowded faces
of women I meet,
I walk with skin naked from your absence
wanting to claim itself yours.
Ç Myrlin Hepworth