the taste of your skin
earth and warmth and the crinkle of a bonfire
burning my tongue
the taste of ash and ash and ash
red marks of love
blossoming on your collar bone
blue marks of love
blossoming on my–
my skin my skin my skin
faceless, voiceless memory
but a flinch
a flinch a flinch a flinch
a touch a flinch
and it’s ash and always tastes like ash
invisible marks of love still
blossoming
my skin is ash my skin a flinch