::: Bruises :::

I imagine you taste like bruises
soft, tender
succulent
could an insincere kiss
lead you to bleed?

lust-darkened, pain-driven
caught beneath the skin
like shivers
fragile and delicious
let me cover you and keep you whole

does it hurt?
the black behind the blue of your eyes
beauty suffocating
your rough bracing of lips
make this mark delve deeper