I'll dig my thumb into your wrist,
Wrap my hands around the bones that make up your hips
Press between your ribs
Reach under your skin
Dig deeper until all we can feel is cold, wet, bones.

I'll press my nails into your skin,
hard enough to move past a scratch
I'll pray that this time the marks will last.

I'll bite your wrist and soothe it with a kiss,
I'll search for answers in the marks left behind on your skin
Search for meaning among the scars on your arm
Count the freckles scattered like stars
Press extra hard on the one on your left hip.

I'll promise to draw blood,
Revel in the taste of metal.

I'll drown in every part of you,
your figure etched into my eyelids
so even in death I won't forget your shape.

Your taste coating my tongue,
Heavy like molasses,
Rolling languidly like waves across my mouth.

I'll cover myself in your scent,
Smiling, suffocated by all that you are
Pray,
Beg,
That I'll smell like you for weeks.

Coated in your blood,
Fingers wrapped around your ribs,
Keratin nearly embedded into your skin,
Your eyes opening to darkness,
I'll pray you look to me as your only light.