❝I promise not to love you like an after school special
and that my kisses will always be barbaric.
At night, I will bare my neck to the sword of your tongue, to the punishment
of your teeth.
I will wear the marks like a necklace
as people stare at your lip, bitten raw.
My mom tells me that I watch too much
television, so my idea
of love is all smooth skin and
5 minute commercials when I get tired, but not here. Not you.
I will eat your sighs and harvest them in my belly until winter,
until they ripen the shape of my name.
I will press my hands into the wet
cement of your ribcage until
you can see fingerprints.
I will learn your anger. I will lick your sadness. I will feast on your hunger.
I promise a banquet for our ending.
I promise a parade of drums for the day you close the door behind you for the last time.
I promise not to carry you around with me like a mistake or a pack of gum, even when I forget what you taste like.
When they ask me about you,
I will always smile.
I will say your name and it will
sound like “thank you.”