your drunk bones insisted on holding me that night, curled up on a blanket palette. they screamed at you the next morning, but you didn't mind.
"i wanted to." you said.
(and i wanted those morning kisses.)
you hung over me like a bear, but i didn't fear you. your hands were sturdy and your intimacy light.
(but i'm begging you to devour me.)
my tattoos have nothing on the invisible stains you've left on the surface of my skin.
(can i trace some into yours?)
immovable, you hold me down.
i fought too much and loved too little.
hesitating to meet your lips, but always dying to.
(and here comes the cold.)
all bears must leave, and my winter words sent you home.
but i'm working to be spring.
-have you thought
about coming back?
