Ointment

I could be your ointment

and skate across the cuts

you don’t need to make an appointment.

I could be like the lip balm in your pocket

and soothe your fractured skin.

I could be the aloe vera

singing your rashes to sleep

I want to be the one to stitch

all the pieces of your broken heart

then seal it with a kiss

because that is how I love-

I heal

What becomes of ointment after it is applied?

It drowns itself in the oceans of your blood

It dissolves into the crevices of your pain

It sets itself on fire just to see you breathe

and then it’s gone forever-

used up

demolished

a heroic sacrifice

never to be seen.

I want to be your ointment but I will not burn

myself

to keep you warm