Like honey burning, like fiery-sweet pitch,
you cling to me —
And yet you eschew me
With your love, I have been
stained, imprinted, engraved –
blistered, scorched, and burnt –
stuck – injected and inked.
i cannot erase where your tattoo has effaced
my own image of myself without you.
Without you I can no longer see
but only see you, never touching you, yet —
under my skin–
you sting, you burn, you beat out a counter-beat to my pulse –
your whisper is a murmur in my heart.