Bourbon Headstones

Forgive me for

you are the paint on my skin

and the wall I press up against

as a canvas. And

forgive me for you are the

wick to my candle

and the flame that lights it.

Forgive

me for I am caught in the hot wax

poured on your skin

like puddles of pleasure and

forgive me.

For I enjoy being a puddle

on your skin and being

lit by you and by being smothered

and pressed against you.

I would like to share all your atoms.