burning itch on your heart
makes you want to rip
all of those bones apart.
desired flames flash
across her chest.
it's wanted and asked for,
but you wish you knew better
than to bite into flesh
that wasn't for you to begin with.
juvenile or a wise thought
led you to leave spots
of purple and dark apricot
colored bruises and blotches.
you'll be a warrior for a night
before you become
the coward of the day,
serving a broken smile
full of shame.
