The feeling I get when you’re
Pressed up against me is like
When you burn yourself on
Purpose; the first few seconds
Feel amazing, the sizzle of skin,
The incredible smell of burning
and flint and lighter fluid or a
Straightening iron or boiling
Water, the sharp tingle you feel
Up and down your spine as
You smile and start to cry. But
Then you put everything away
And you pull your sleeves down
And you can’t see the blisters.
And they still hurt. An itching
Under the skin that you can’t
Scratch away. A rubbing, a
Reminder, a memento of better
Times, stitched to your bones.
I love it.